The dying bees, the Antarctic melt, the mountains of old tires, the incessant toxic belch of factories that make Batman bobble heads for Happy Meals. Off-gassing couches! Cancerous tinned tomatoes! Imprisoned killer whales! Our breastmilk is poisoned. We live absurdly, ridiculously. OUR BREASTMILK IS POISONED. Try and explain even one sliver of it to a kid, just one angle of a thousand, and you'll see the face of the world's most incredulous and urgent WTF. We have little to recommend us, and we know it. We shrug. Rasmus Brook is the Captain of the Griffons. He doesn't shrug.