And what is this, this revenge?  How smoten need be this pseudosquirrel to seek revenge for a fart or a piss boner or for that matter any subject of the like? Sure, we've all been in line in the grocery store behind some apple shaped walking commercial for euthanasia who, years ago, lost all control over her bowels and who, without regard to our presence immedi-fucking-ately behind them, fully evacuated in one sense or another--be it fecal matter, soft pap, or gas and/or spraychunk.  But revenge? Hasn't God already gotten his revenge, a pre-emptive revenge?  I guess it's not pre-emptive, really. I mean, shit. How many sins has ShitGranny committed in her lifetime?  I'm not talking about the sin of being born, either, you dumb fuckin' straightedge punk. Wipe the goddamned Xes off of yourself and have a scotch and some perspective. That's why this little fucking pseudosquirrel's so pissed off. A scotch and a hummer'd do him some good, you know? Fuck you. You've had neither so how would you know?