Unfortunately, when they put the hydrogen cyanide in the wrong room and it came under the door (the second time they cyanided me--because neither the ray "Novacaine" Beck (featured on his Mellow Gold Album) or the first cyanide worked--because I was too low to the ground and I hate sex "Invalidy," says in the same weapon, "love as you die"), my cat was sitting in the window and got a few puffs too, though he was near air. Afterwards, he reacted to heat the same way I did since we both probably had 8 month headaches if he even survived ( we were separated as I ran out of state).
I fell over from lack of oxygen but managed to get back up and away from the door. Cyanide goes away for about 15 minutes then comes back. It's a really horrible feeling. When I was asleep and my heart stopped (I woke up as it thumped a bunch), I went into a coma for about a day and came back all messed up. They need a sensor to make sure we're dead. That year was inhumane.
They should have waited for the cat too. I will never forgive them for hurting an innocent animal. Kill me, not something that hasn't ever done anything wrong.
Humans suck. Get as many as possible. Get rid of this species, dear Lord.
I know my story sounds extreme, but it really did happen. I do suffer from a mental disorder and that's why I was targeted: money.
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