Unable to recognize the pure anguish you caused for a population of innocent insects, you decide that the best way to complete the injury is another, much more insulting, injury by way of chewing and swallowing the poor creatures already demolished by your mouth waters. They have ventured into that cavern of anger once already, and now you are making them take another trip so you can have alight snack.
You begin to lap up the tiny creatures, the ones drowning in your spit already.
The live ones begin pinching again.
You realize that this is not a place very well thought out…
The burning starts once more. It somehow even worse than before, as though every ant is using some last resort of strength and determination to stop your relentless slaughter.
You choose to…
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