In the dimming twilight, I lured the buzzing interloper into a confined lit space and martyred it with my trusty sacrificial hand towel.

After chanting, "Death to The Invader!" I gave it a ceremonial burial at sea and it was taken away by a miraculous whirlpool to the Fly Afterlife, where it will eat piles shit and sing songs of glorious battle with his dead brothers.

It was the only honorable thing to do.

Such is the worthy fate of those who dare to tempt my wrath by crossing the external mantle and choosing to dwell where Fly angels fear to tread.

I Am The Fly Slayer! Hear my call.

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Enjoy!

There are no innocents in Hell, just sinners, where war is mostly innocents.

War is way worse than Hell.