Hear me now, children, for my occupation is of much import. For 82 years I have been an farming man, a barren some have called me. Now what does an farming barren do? The answer crush your enemies! Grind their bones into dirt! Make them regret that they were ever born! Farming is not for the weak. It is the Earths milk, and only the strong may suckle at Mothers teat. Do you hear me boys? Only the strong