HIS GREAT BEAKE IN THY FLESH TO SHEATH, When thou, unknowing, strip to swim, He riseth through the Waters dim. On such Transgressors He shall feed, Driv'n onward by His gnawing Need, But Those who love Mee and my Show, That watery Fate may sure Forgo. Old Sequaw, the legendary Guardian of Wisteria Pond, feeds on stragglers who show Conspiracy leanings, but never the upright heart and true SubGenius. Which, pray tell, are YOU?