They say that murder is nothing but
extroverted suicide. They also say that cats are nothing but
effeminate dogs. Benny has been awake for thirteen days writing truth
tables on his walls trying to create formal logical proofs of every
possible combination of those sayings. Unfortunately his hatred of
cats clouds his reasoning. So-called emotional language, which is
invalid to logicians, keeps appearing in his premises. He knows it's
wrong but can't help himself. He looks the other way and fudges the
conclusions. Down by the radiator that doesn't work the equations
balance telling him to kill all the cats.
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