Your species is an open, suppurating sore on the skin of this poor old planet.
Positive note: Once human activity causes the polar icecaps to melt, the seas to rise & the planet becomes archipelagoes rather than continents there won't be enough land for most of you shitheel mother-fuckers to live on, let alone enough arable land to grow food for billions of you fuckheaded cretins. And no one will have to bother to kill you all. (I'm willing to start, however. Ooops! CALL THE POLICE!!! Someone's unhappy & had better be sent to psychiatric jail for a couple months, since he didn't "learn his lesson" the first time.)
Last words of humanity: "Glub glub glub ..."
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