Sometimes I wish that panda's ruled the world. That they owned it with an iron fist. A small brigade of rebel pandas with pew sticks made of bamboo and golden armor covering their panda-ness. Only then, will the world know peace. The world language would be bear with a panda dialect. They would introduce themselves with a "bear pa-bear?" and all would be good. All movies would be returned to a beautiful black and white, because as pandas have taught us, color is a sin. And this would lead our new world order into the panda religion, where we would deem things to be either pandappropriate or not. And there would be no heaven or hell, because panda's are zen. There would only be banishment to the mountain lands were they used to live, so that the bad pandas would be forced to make the long trip down the mountain to find their food source while other pandas revert to the natural state of being of man-eater. However, they would not devour all of humanity, they would keep some as pets. And of course myself, to chronicle the events in both of our languages.