But you would not
let me have fun and express myself: you tried to imprison me in your homeostatic madness.
You were frightened of my wildness and condemned me to death without a proper trial.
But let me warn you:
If you try to cut me out, I will bleed all over you:
If you try to burn me, I will set your tissues on fire:
and use my ashes to create more cells. Remember I can live off anything!
If you try to poison me, I'll see that you drink the most. Besides, I have a greater tolerance for polluted water than you. Lethal injection will kill you; it will only make me sleepy.
I'm not really killing you: I'm just taking up space and turning your own weapons against you.
But this isn't fun. My utopia has turned from Disneyland to a putrid decaying swamp, oozing and squirting anti-social fluids, spilled guts, sticky goo, erupting pus and excrement. I can't wait until you disintegrate completely so I can get out of here.
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