I have a question for you. Do you believe in gun control? Who would take gun control over population control anyway. Population control is quality control. As it happens, Everybody’s got to die sometime, friend. It’s just one of those irrefutable facts of life. No one is innocent so Karma doesn’t care who it kills. It strikes out randomly assured it destroys a sinner. I’ve learned to think like Karma. I can read Karma’s thoughts. It directs me and I am the tool of it’s trigger finger. We’re partners. Friends. Bed Fellows. I am its angel, and it is my God. We’ve recycled many lives together. Wasted lives living in a wasted land. This place was a landfill of lost souls. We’ve done a good thing in liberating it. You too have been recycled. You served your purpose and thereafter became a wasted thing. Karma has spared you the boredoom of your future. Thank Karma. Karma be praised. Hare Karma. Hail Karma. Holy Karma. Terrible Karma. ……..You know what you remind me of? The first person I ever shot. A cashier. They ran the register at a mart vending valueless product. Seeing me pulled on them, they were certainly stunned. I will never forget the look on their face. At first I took them to be afraid. But the inner prism of their iris inlet to a deeper truth. Their ineffable and permanent boredom with their existence. Is that how you feel? Bored. Is that why you play games? I am never bored, because my work is never done. Karma is never satisfied, and justice must be served; To the bored things, and to the useless eaters. A thousand pardons, but I must kill you now. A million sorrys, but Karma has selected you to die. A billion apologies, but this is the end of our contract. A trillion condolences, but the credits will soon roll, but you won’t live to see them.