I was sitting at a desk, talking to a psychologist friend, when a spider popped up over the edge of the desk and began running directly at me.  So i hammer-fisted the bastard, natch.  Just brutally squashed it, with malice aforethought, with extreme prejudice.  I was studying the guts on the outer part of my fist when the good doctor piped up.
“Whoa…what the hell was that?”
“Arachnojihad.  All spiders must die.  Kill on sight.”
“So just because your afraid of something means you can kill it?”
“Did you see any fear there?  There is no fear.  Just pure hate.  Murderous contempt.”
“So you get to play God?”
“Not at all.  God is merciful.  I am not.”
“Jesus.”
“Nope…not him either.  Two thousand years of turning the other cheek, and where has that gotten us?  No where.  Except trod upon by the forces of evil.  And spiders.  No.  No turning the other cheek.  No fear.  No mercy.  Just a trail of arachnocarcasses, spread across the land, left in situ, as messages to the rest.”
“I think you need a vacation.  Or a 72-hour hold.  I’m gonna get going.”
“I fucking hate spiders so much.”

N.P.: “The Chain” – Toothgrinder