When I was younger I worked for a weathetization company. We were in a ghetto house in Detroit. One of the residents was clearly a drug dealer. He had a pit bull. (He wasn’t home while we were working). His pit bull walked outside and killed a dog in the backyard.
Welfare rat grandma freaked out and asked us to kill the dog.
Ok. Since drug dealer had a gun in his room we used it.
Nice.