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I feel like roadkill. No wait, go with me here. I feel like when you are so content driving a little too quickly down the street like nothing could go wrong until some luckless creature runs out in front of your car and you swerve to miss him, only to extend his miserable death by making it slow and painful. If you would have just given him that quick snap of the neck, that total destruction on impact, the last thing he would have felt would be fear, instead of terror and agony.
You know it is your responsibility as a killer to put that wretched beast out of his misery, but you hesitate. Somehow, maybe if you just ignore him, he will fade into dust on his own--as he flips and beats himself mercilessly on the pavement.
His suffering is extended by your cowardice.
Will you do him in already?
Will you pick up your phone and call me and end it already?
So you can go on with your Sunday drive in peace.
You know it is your responsibility as a killer to put that wretched beast out of his misery, but you hesitate. Somehow, maybe if you just ignore him, he will fade into dust on his own--as he flips and beats himself mercilessly on the pavement.
His suffering is extended by your cowardice.
Will you do him in already?
Will you pick up your phone and call me and end it already?
So you can go on with your Sunday drive in peace.