Love The Journal Star's choice of Wording Here.
The Cougars landed on our beaches and immediately set about forcing us to bow before their god. Every day we are marched into the goldmines at claw point, and even though all of us, even the children, slave away for twenty hours with only a bowl of corn to eat it still isn't enough to satisfy the Viceroy's insatiable greed. Those who resist or simply collapse from exhaustion are devoured on the spot. Heaven save us from the Blond Cats and their "Enlightenment."
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