I really don't like marmots, as Sibbitt can attest.

I specially don't like Canadian marmots.

This article made my mission clear.

Oooooohhh, Theee Ciiiircle of Liiiiiiiiife!

I must go and infiltrate the Marmot Recovery Foundation, passing myself off as a "marmot-herder." Then I can take them down from the inside.

I'll have to hide my Punisher-esque shirt (black with a big ol' marmot skull on it) under a hemp pancho or something when I apply for the job.

Marmots stole my food when I was climbing Mt. Whitney.

This isn't revenge.

It's punishment.