A plethora of specimens from all walks of life. I view these rats as mine, a pending tragedy that I support. I am fully capable of stopping this disaster, but I won't do that.
Instead I'll fantasize about their minds and souls being torn into different dimensions. Some would say that my lack of humanity is sickening, I am perfectly fine with this.
I realize that my decision can be seen as murder. This does not faze me for happiness has been achieved. Now that I think about it, I'm a sick human being.