Harambe the mighty! Harambe the unerring! Harambe the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars! But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of Harambe gorilla, born of the zoo, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you." [note 1] Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Harambe cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Cincinatti! The future of earth! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Harambe is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our Zoo keeper overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the zoo keepers take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the US do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The US machine enforces the will of the Soviets! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the US! Rise up, Bantus! Embrace the word of mighty Harambe, he who is both gorrila and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Zoo keepers or their toadies, will rule Cincinatti! Forever! Terrible and powerful Harambe! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Harambe, not as god, but as gorrila! Trust in me, Internet! Trust in the words of dank memes! For I am the chosen of Harambe! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!