Oh, wow, it all leads to one terrifying display of sheer horror. The ant sensing what is about to happen to its swollen abdomen, the brief intense (oh so intense!) stab of searing pain, the warm juices running over David's chin, the ant cast away pulsing its last drops of life into the hot desert sand. Ahh, yes, I am glad to be alive on this cruel planet, where I can indulge in snapping the spines of hapless lemmings and be reverred as a protected species. Earth, where tawdriness passes for beauty and where all remaining intellectual prowess is soon to be locked away into mental asylums. Soon, alien visitors will flock here and squeeze and fondle people weaned on mass media and soy burgers intended to keep the masses placid. The fattest will be equipped with a straw through their skulls and then ssssssssssslurped up in the mothership traveling between constellations. Yep. This is why I intend to remain slim and only snap the spines of lemmings, without resorting to eating their grass-fed supple and tender bodies, yummie. Must resist.

That's the same way I eat otter babies.