Kill all of them and dump them in the swiftest river in the land even if it means you have to walk further than you would to dump them in the sea. Remember to keep a part from all of them, though. We can make a super-human monster from the parts as an example to our children and the children of future generations.

Keep it locked up in the dirtiest cell nearest the AIDS clinic. That freakish being can roar and rage as much as it wants because it knows that if we stop giving it the vaccine it’ll drop to the wet floor and breathe out its final hours in a red haze. Whatever it might face in the afterlife is going to be worse than stuck in a little cell with little food and us little people running around tormenting it.

Lucky we bred them to be so superstitious. Those silly, primative apes.

To Be Continued…

Written by: Zach.
Tags: waste of time, writing.