But it occurred to me that gasoline was always something people were telling me not to, you know, drink. And that meant it was probably dangerous. And that meant I should pour it on the stump of the evil century plant.
Just to, you know, make sure.
So I did. And I watched the tiny heat waves come off of the stump, glistening in the sun. And then The Voice spoke again.
"You know what would really make sure it's dead?"
I already knew.