Take it from me, a young 547 year old peasant ogre struggling to feed my family of 999 guttersnipes, plus their mother and my beautiful wife, the She-Shrek. Life working on that ghastly Lord Marquaad E.'s estate was so agonizing, I bought the Magnus Cartus from a travelling arsenic peddler named Will Smith as a remedy for depression following his advice. It may have cost 930 of my guttersnipe children (leaving me with an even sixty-nine children) as well as my left arm and right eye (literally, don't ask) and the soul of my old friend, Donkeye, but it was worth every nanosecond as I read it! I and She-Shrek have never been happier ever since we overthrew Marquaad's estate with the Gingerbread man! Thank you, King Mao, for instructing me in the wise ways of Commmunism--you have filled me with a burning, zealous passion for anarchy in the motherland! A hands down 5-star manifesto!
-Shrek