Standing up for Banana since my Holy Vision in the dismal summer of '11. The Great Banana came to me and spaketh thusly:

"Bananas are treated wrongly everywhere. Be a saint, a hero, a warrior. Stand up for those who cannot without getting seriously bruised. Rise up and fight for what is right! DEFEND ME AND MY PEOPLE."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me with the bitter taste of my past failures in my mouth, but the fruity smell of future success in my nasal passages. From that day forth I have spread the Word of God to all who will listen, and many who would not. I have advocated the poor, and the needy; the weak, and the broken. I have given the unspeaking a voice, and spread the courage and truth of His Word throughout the world.

Never giving in, never relenting, never sleeping where I found doubt or resentment. And when the need arose, where the direst of situations reared their ugly heads, yes, I have fought. Tooth and claw, skin and fleshy yellow innards. But I always gave them a chance. A chance to hear the Word; for them to utter it with their last drawn breath and to spread among survivors of the Great One's wrath. The one Word, the true Word.

And that Word, is BANANA! Rise now, and defend the Righteous! Fell deeds awake! Now for wrath, now for ruin and the Yellow Dawn! Forth, Bananainglas!