HERE'S HOW IT BEGINS: WE TELL THE CYCLISTS THEY ARE PERFECT PHYSICAL SPECIMENS.
YES. AND WE WEAR THE RIGHT CLOTHES.
SO WE TELL THEM WE HAVE TO BREED THEM.
IT WOULD MAKE THE WORLD A SUPERIOR PLACE.
YES! SO WE'LL BREED!
A COUPLE GENERATIONS LATER, THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT CYCLISTS.
THE WORLD IS NOTHING BUT CYCLISTS!
BUT THERE IS ONE FLAW. EACH OF THEM FEELS SUPERIOR TO THE OTHERS.
I AM THE GREATEST.
I AM THE GREATEST.
AND EACH OF THEM FEELS EQUALLY ENTITLED.
YOU SHARE THE ROAD.
YOU SHARE THE ROAD.
YOU SHARE THE ROAD.
SOON THEY ARE BEATING EACH OTHER TO DEATH WITH HUGE SACKS OF GRANOLA.
OH GOD.
OH GOD.
AND THIS IS YOUR PLAN TO ELIMINATE CYCLISTS?
ONLY THE ARROGANT ONES.
BUT ISN'T THAT ALL OF THEM?
OH SNAP!
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