"She lost control again"

That would be, indeed, a good question for our beloved brothers. We should not ask, though, they shall be beaten silently. Whoever he or she is, it does not really matter, we shall perform our duties not arbitrarily, but indistinctively. In consequence, they shall be beaten tomorrow night. A traison you say, my dearest master. Well, I am afraid you do not make the calls anymore, and some blood shall be shed to satisfy our most longed desires. Of course I am certain they deserve it, and even more, they are looking forward to it, they shout with shrilling voices “please, do it!”. They are begging us, can't you see it, my dear master? Oh oh, I almost forgot you are dead. I am so sorry, I promise over your white bones and lovely memories that it will not happen again. I am not God, you are right, but, how can I help it? Justice is claiming for its rightful spot on the bench and we should consent. Do not be afraid, do not be ashamed, we will not show any trace of regret.