The fumigation has begun.

I posited my theory that Smartt must die at the hands of a group of Brazilian trannies beating him to death with bags of quarters to the tune of "The Girl from Ipanema," but a little disease on top of that would serve him well. Having pieces of his body thrown about by Ebola-infected primates while his head is placed in a urinal in place of those little blue disinfectant cakes is also a possibility.

Fucking hell, I've had it. I'm taking this place back. Not just the cage but the whole fucking place. We were fools to think we could create an oasis here. I'm going to set this fucking place on fire and any that don't die in the agony of the flames are going to be smoked out and ritualistically slain. I'm going to eat livers and spleen like savage fucking Cambodians and vomit on their children.