I am a chicken killer.
If I ever counted every single chicken that I have killed for the sake of post mortem examination, it may have reached the number of hundreds. Some people might see me such a mean girl to be easily doing embolic to the chicken vein to make it dead, or breaking the brain, or displaced the cervical vertebrae from the skull, all to make them dead. I am not enjoying that guys, so I'm not proud of it. I don't know if a chicken have a soul, if they do, May God bless their soul :p
I am more proud to be a mood killer, a naughty mood killer :p