I find Phil Collins offensive in every way imaginable.
Just kidding. I enjoy his bipolar wackiness. One decade he's full of pep and energy and fun and excitement

and the next he's all down and depressing

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And flamingos raped and murdered my mother and made off with our gold. They must be made to suffer!
I killed them. I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them. And not just the pink ones, but the white ones and the lesser-seen chartreuse ones, too. They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals. I HATE THEM!