While our dear Quillion Jones seeks to cast this as some heartless burglarly, it was nothing of the sort! In truth, this was a mission of freedom, and liberation. Too long have squirrels lived in captivity, under the oppressive reign of the Reserve. A 'Nursery'? Nay! It is prison! Unable to leave them to their plight, I assembled a crack team from across the basin. A delportian cat burgler. The finest lockpicker of the Cogs in the Smog. And of course, the man only known as 'Muscles'.
With the help of these fine individuals, I freed the squirrels, and I would do it again.

FOR FREEDOM!

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Estar, in the year 645 CE.