The other day someone called me a monster. It reminded me of the Scottish King, King Alban. King Alban was a big fat pig and he made a number of taxes so he could have more feasts of food to stuff down his fat gullet. But all those taxes meant that while he was eating his people weren't, and many starved to death. Then, when King Alban finally died, the Scots erected a statue for him. A great big monument. But imagine if his rule were simplified, and instead of taxing his people he just ate them and got fat that way. See there's little difference? Yet, if King Alban were a cannibal I doubt he'd have a statue. I really don't understand how I'm of the few monsters actually called one. -Hannibal