Dear velociraptor with a jetpack and scissors,
Please don't kill every mutherfucker in any room with anyone I like, as this will render me unhappy. I'd much rather you killed some useless people, such as people with job titles such as 'Phone Cleaner' and the like. However, as I have been informed of by literary experts, this may well cause the extinction of the human race due to a terminal disease spread by dirty telephones.
So, Mrs. Velociraptor with a jetpack and scissors, I implore you don't kill anyone, due to the inevitable death by phone.
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