I was thinking more along the lines of a hundred virgin girls, all thirteen years old, with their own cell phones, chattering and giggling to each other for eternity. They never sleep, and they never stop talking, and it is impossible to get away from them.
I would much prefer the goat.
My response to this murdering moozlum’s death: Bwahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.