I hope I’m not too late for the label-making party. I nominate owls to replace the to-hell-with-them-hawks. Owls are as fierce as hawks, but more cunning. They see all, but interfere less. They are wise and strong. They are without remorse when prompted to action, striking in the dead of night. During the day, they care not about the affairs of the world. But when aroused, under the light of the sun or the moon, they turn deadly.

Or, if that doesn’t work, call ‘em Shaft Hawks. If you’re cool, they’re cool. But you better watch your mouth, or they’ll turn into baaaaaaaaad m*****-F****** and take down your whole operation. Shaft never worried about re-building whitey’s organized crime syndicate, but he sure took it down when he needed to. “How you like my regime change now, beeyotch?”