Let Squishy live. How you can even think of letting the sweet little thing die is beyond me. I watched my dog die in front of me in a traffic accident when I was 18 and I spent the next 20 minutes kneeling in the road crying. Where and when I lived at 18, crying in the road wasn’t something 18 year olds did but, I didn’t care, so let Squishy live.
It would turn your spine to butter and you would just puddle on the floor. That was an enhanced interrogation technique that actually was outlawed and everyone respected the ban.
Good man, Paul.