Damn you, Schlachthof Fünf for being a symbol of oppression against talking animals on posters who apparently don't want to be eaten.
But thank you for keeping a hundred men safe from the Blue Monday bombs of the world war. Thank you for saving the brains of Billy Pilgrim as he was able to teach us the different meanings of living life: whether in the unstuck dimension or not.
The fires of Dresden would have dissolved the lessons in accelerated speeds while being cooped up inside Billy's head.
Quick, Tralfamadore awaits.