When giant fucktard Cleetus leads his alcoholic, zz top loving, kangaroo tribe rampaging north in search of food, the Roos have a culture clash with violent, weed smoking, fascist penguins. Ancient hatreds are quickly reignited as the fun begins in the form of concentration camps, decapitations, rapey polar bears, dead skin masks, skull fucking, flame throwers, war wagons and an ice dragon. Also, this might be the only book in existence where a penguin takes a shit in a beached whale's blowhole. It's solid prose and I'm very proud of that.
Why do penguins and kangaroos hate each other? Well, for starters, one likes to drink a lot and the other one smokes weed all the time. Natural animosity right there. Also Kangaroos are largely socialist grass munchers and penguins are fascist, aggressive assholes. I could go on but long story short, this is a territorial dispute created by the onset of climate change and the subsequent northward migration of kangaroos. I'm not angling to be one of the leading voices on the dangers of climate change but keep me in mind when you are doling out those Nobel peace prizes.
You think mankind is the cruelest animal? Not by a long shot.