the national park system who are merely the pawns of the squirrels ...(cough)... who are the puppet masters of the analyticals, man ...heh heh... are telling my location to all those stupid crows and they obviously ...ha!... got in bed with the tuna canneries ...riiiiiiight... to get a clean-burning, perpetual energy source. and, if I know anything, I know that they ...hmmmm... ...yeah, yeah, yeah... keep sparring with me. ...uh...