Remove me from this land of slaves,
Where all are fools, and all are knaves,
Where every knave and fool is bought,
Yet kindly sells himself for nought;
-- Jonathan Swift
Lovejoy: I know one of you is responsible for this. So repeat after
me: If I withhold the truth, may I go straight to Hell where I
will eat nought but burning hot coals and drink naught but
burning hot cola --
[all the kids recite in unison]
Ralph...