Why is the gallery so terrifying?

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Why do I do what I do?
Because if I didn't, then there'd be no one else to it.

I am reposting the PETA story.

Alright. so once upon a time, there was a man. His lived alone, with the exception of his cats, which were his deceased mother's pets. He lived in an apartment building, however, living next door to a woman named Kimmie. Now, Kimmie was an animal rights activist, meaning she would share the same bed with her dog, and make her dog go on a strict vegetarian diet. Whenever she went outside, it was with a sign about how meat is murder and KFC commits global genocide.

So this man, let's call him Stephen, liked to be healthy. He enjoyed life, switching between healthy steak and vegetables to Burger King on a weekly basis. He loved his cats, and only made sure they ate quality pet food. He didnt share the same bed, or torture them with unnatural diets though. So, when Kimmie, who was unnaturally pale and anorexic, noticed this, immediately called her local police, stating that Stevie abused his cats and didnt feed them and hit them and ignored them.

Stevie's cats were the only thing left in the world to him. Sure, he had drinking buddies and a girlfriend, but his mother just died a painful death and his only companions were kittens. So imagine his look on his face when he saw the authorities take them away. Kimmie then said to me "Hah, that's what you get for killing animals just to eat food! Those cats are going to PETA's care, where they'll find a new, vegan home and diet!".

That was back in the year when only 7 of the animals PETA took in were not euthanized/murdered. And it was all because some pro-PETA neo nazi bitch saw me eat a Whopper. Go figure. I tried writing to PETA about this, and they agreed with Kimmie, saying something along the lines of "WHAT!? YOU ATE MEAT!? THANK GOD THOSE ANIMALS ARENT WITH A MONSTER LIKE YOURSELF."

And so began my hate of PETA, the subtle domestic terrosists.

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PETA killed my pets.