“Exactly. It’s like the natural order shuffled all the most venomous, hateful species over to this great big slab of dirt and then set it adrift. Humanity should really just leave it be. Let all those critters kill each other and find a better place to live. But here comes Great Britain, settling their petty thieves and criminals on this forsaken rock. Before you know it, the convicts have bred like rabbits and given rise to a nation of beer-swilling, suntanned yokels, too inebriated to realize they’re living on a pest-infested rock populated by every hateful creature one can imagine.”