And Brassica Prime came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber and took me on high, and higher still, until we moved in the spaces betwixt the air itself. He bore me unto a vast farmland of our own midwest, and as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay, a million, voices, full of fear. Terror possessed me then. And I begged, "Brassica Prime, what are these tortured screams?" And the cabbage said unto me, "These are the cries of the cabbages, the cries of the cabbages. You see, reverend Meredith, tomorrow is harvest day, and to them, it is the holocaust." I sprang from my slumber, drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now! I have seen the light, they have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses, save our brothers. Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you, Brassica."