Stick a glass thermometer up a polar bears dick and step on it 5 times and well talk about sport.
Thats cruel. And it also violates manlaw.
I don't toy with my prey. Dispatch it swiftly, conquer the beast, and move along.
Besides, decimating an entire forest requires you to move swiftly. One fatal blow and you can be ten feet down the path before the goddamn thing hits the ground. You simply don't stop to play with the animals dicks when you're mid-frenzy in a full-tilt woodland murder spree, six-guns blazing, flinging arrows into the sides of wild boar, and chopping your way through a herd of caribou with a battle axe.
I learned my craft at the side of my great grandpappy the indian fighter, he was a rugged man of few words and a propensity for carnage. He rode a buffalo, steered it by the horns, and stood atop it at full charge swinging a broadsword, cutting down great herds the now-extinct Wild Prairie Lummox. He wore the spike of a Narwhal as a peg-leg, and could kill an elephant with one punch directly through the eye, shoulder deep, and scramble its brains by sloshing his fist around inside its head. A truly frightening man. To him, it was necessary and he gained no pleasure from his arduous task. So many animals, so little time.
Then at the end of the day, we'd return home, and he'd sit by the fire smoking his monkey skull pipe, shake out his match, and ask me "what did you learn today, Boy?" I'd reply "Nothing", and he'd say "Thats good, lad, because it was nothing more than senseless killing, and theres nothing to be learned from that.".
Twenty years, we slaughtered the wildlife on six continents, in a grim, blood-soaked orgy of senseless killing. Or so I thought. Then one day, I asked when we were going, and he said we were done with that. I asked why? And he said, "Because you're enjoying it, and its time you went out to carry on our work, until you no longer enjoy it. - then you have to carry on for ten more years, killing all of natures creatures with no sense of enjoyment. Only then, will you appreciate life."
So I carry on in his legendary footsteps, and I have -as of yet - not stopped enjoying it. I'll begin the ten years of grim work when I reach that time I stop the enjoyment. Until then, I find great pleasure in the slaughter of nature,
but I don't touch their fucking dicks.