Yeah you, you piece of shit.You may have slipped past me tonight you prick. You may have squeaked in my oven, munched on my dog's food, and slipped past my poison for your extended stay at the Higgy Hilton. But your scat trail in my kitchen will come to a close very soon. You made the fatal fucking error of scurrying past in my periphery, then having the audacity to choose my unused kitchen vent as your future grave. Well you rat fuck, I just sealed your grave. I hope to hear you eek out your last shrill cry pleading for your life.
I'm sorry Remy but you're gonna die.
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