"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? BLEED ON ME?"

If I could pass my own law, only one little law to be ruthlessly executed, I would ban littering. Both with and without intent. One little law and one little.. execution for breaking it. I intended the pun you might be deciphering just now, I meant a real, bloody execution. A substantiated incident of littering would be punished with cutting off one of the culprit’s fingers. A spectator bloodsport with noble intentions, a warning. Let them choose which of the ten little perpetrators they want to sacrifice for their mindlessness. Aren’t I being merciful? It will heal in no time. A huge, mean pun intended this time.

Joking aside, think of the benefits. One careless homo not-exactly sapiens wouldn’t possibly commit the crime in question more than ten times.. Simple mathematics. Pure practicality.. bordering with obsession, all right then, but shouldn’t the greater good be the priority on this? Or the lesser evil at least?

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