They are planning something big. One of them is distracting me. Constanting screaming high pitched jibberish into my ear. Guess what i can scream louder. Much louder. Yeah the neighbors may have called the cops who I thought were going to councel with me against the up coming big baby event. But no... They are too quick to side with these creatures. It's only a matter of time. I'm telling you. The blood moon. The near financial collapse of the stock market. Utah is the #5 team in the country. If this isn't the sign of the impending baby takeover then I don't know what is. Tents. Gather tents and as many supplies as you can. These babies will overtake our cities and we will need to flee to higher ground where they can't crawl and reach us. Their cries are not for food or comfort but a special pitched noise aimed at organizing the great babygedeon. In the mean time I will continue to shout as loud and obnoxiously as I can to delay this impending doom day as long as I can. Please spread the message.