I miss the days when the trolls made at least a feeble attempt to fight back. We would crush their arguments then call the kitties. Zot ensued then the paving and landscaping completed the process.
The job ain’t done until the Teraformers are finished. Word.
We may have inadvertently caused the extinction of those trolls.
Overhunted the plains.
Once, there were entire blarting snorting herds of trolls wandering the plains, emitting methane, burping, and generally being ugly in a no being ugly zone.
And then we came along and processed them into furniture, fertilizer, and decorations.
Terrible.
The bug is the weak offspring of the survivors of that once mighty herd.
We’d be doing it a favor, actually.