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"I’m not Pam Anderson. I don’t wear fur, but I do kill mice because they’re in my fucking house and they don’t pay rent and they’re rodents and I want them to die. The only way I haven’t been able to kill them is manually. I can’t kill them myself. I have to third-party kill, like a trap. I can’t two-party direct kill." [The Cut]