I can shed some light on this Aurel.
Negars, the mephitic incarnation that you know today were seen by the Olympic advisory counsel as a threat to the execution of the 2004 games. In the darkness of their cavernous hearts they felt that these gnat housing knucklets were going to simply riot at the fact that no gymnast on the U.S team was of African American ancestry. Quite odd considering young females (known as niglets) are naturals at the "uneven bars". Come Olympic game time, all but one man on the counsel had a lump in his throat. This man was Arthur B. Reginald, Director of Anthropology at Newton Bridge University (SC). He knew the very mindset of the beast in which he was dealing with and sat idle as he watched his experiment unfold. It was a cloudless night, the firmament bore no Gibbous moon, only the soundscape of grunts bellowed by the knaves whose hide resembled the ashes of Aesirifoth! As the final tick of the countdown to the torch ceremony began, this professor's hypothesis became living, breathing, theory! The simian swine who were present at the festivities cowered before the torch that bore eternal flame. In servitude they bowed, wrist deep, to the concrete of consecration!
O' eternal flame give us our Gumbo!
Worship him!
Salvation eet be here!
They welped with the prophesies passed down by their Grand Poobah Porch Monkey Jeremitrius!!
At this very interval an explosion rocked Centennial Park, leaving no footage of these untamed beasts coming full circle to the servitude of their white overlords.
The work of Beijing operatives perhaps?!?