..as the merely Bat-shit-Crazies fire cyanide-tipped darts at the Velociraptor-shit-Crazies (you know, the ones for whom the starving of grannies
Just Doesn't Act Swiftly-enough?

I'll gladly send along a liter of the Highest--what are those Units called, again? Scovilles??--mouth-annihilating elixirs indulged by people who despise selves so thoroughly that:
(they daren't pour gasoline over selves,) but have found this Coward's immolation-stand-in?)

Me watch..