People can be worse than guns sometimes
How about instead of bullets and napalm
We drop jeers and mistreatment on our enemies?
We've tested the effects of emotional warfare for years now,
And Mr. President I am pleased to say
That our experiments proved a success.
I would like to point out though
The effects can sometimes go unnoticed.
It takes time to sink in
Like giraffes in quicksand
Or a small leaf falling from a mighty tree.
Lose not hope though,
It works, it works so well.
The best part is yet to come.
The blood, you see, is not on our hands,
For it falls in their home, by their fingers.
The targets make targets of themselves
For themselves.
At that point, there's no turning back.
The bullet has been launched
And now it's only a matter of time
Until it strikes through and finishes
What we set it up to do.
That is the plan.
Make the enemy's enemy be themselves.
What do you think?
Why are you laughing?
Did I stutter or falter?
Did I make a funny face?
Am I not wearing pants?
Why are you laughing at me?
Do you think I care what you think?
Well I do!
I take your words home and cook them.
Turn them into stew and force feed myself every night.
The bones I save for a different project.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will kill me.
A knife I'm making from the bones.
I would use it to separate my flesh
If only I wasn't the coward you say I am.
If only I wasn't afraid.
If only.
Maybe death does take you to a better place.
I don't know anymore.
Why is there a recorder?
Am I an experiment?
Oh, I see.
Well then.
Let's continue the 100& success rate.
Goodbye.
No. Just bye.