Johnny Fawkin' Bagel

This is a baby mouse that I have just murdered. I feel it best captures the futility of life. We die alone, amidst the garbage we ourselves have managed to create throughout the rather short existence of which we maintain survival in this realm. I’ve named him Rupert. He has a brother, and a pregnant mother - both of whom I am also trying to murder on this very night. For are we not but vermin, as well? Nothing but pestilence upon our fellow creatures? Who else will bite on that succulent peanut buttered temptation, I ask?

This is a baby mouse that I have just murdered. I feel it best captures the futility of life. We die alone, amidst the garbage we ourselves have managed to create throughout the rather short existence of which we maintain survival in this realm. I’ve named him Rupert. He has a brother, and a pregnant mother - both of whom I am also trying to murder on this very night. For are we not but vermin, as well? Nothing but pestilence upon our fellow creatures? Who else will bite on that succulent peanut buttered temptation, I ask?