You n' your Forkers are more than welcome here, Khandu-mah-man. I have heard a lot about those lithe young soft-skinned, gentle-mannered Mississippi gals, so I will volunteer my home as a lodging place for you, on one condition -- you have to bring the Forkers' nubile daughters along, and I'll handle the Mother Forkers.
Deal?
I am sure you and your Mothers of All Forkers can make a serious positive impact here. The state needs your influence badly. We have entirely too much sun and sand and ocean shore, we have these ridiculous winters that get as cold as 70 degrees, and we seem to have an unlimited supply of granola life-forms, which as you are probably aware is the larval stage of the adult Bipedal Shiny-Winged Yuppy. There's something for your squad to stick those forks into!! I look forward to your arrival, and in preparation I am downloading a copy of Patton's Speech to the Troops ("No poor basrahd evuh won a war by dyin' for his country....") You know the one. I am sure it will be just the inspiration you need.