One night I had this weird idea for RFS that maybe Hughes would be telling this weird story about where he “came from” (a joke story) when somebody asked, and it would be about how this creature named Papa Stork would fly over the world, so big he blocked out the sun, and drop baby birdpeople in random places whose mission was to clean up the mess humanity made and boot them all out, and every one of them could transform into a different bird and the first thing they were going to do was replace harmful factories with productive birdseed farms and kill all the cats, and so forth.

“…’and’ nothing. You’re all going to die, I’m sorry. ;)”