Pola's mansion was infested with rats and chipmunks. There was a plan to gas them to death and then sell their corpses to Burger King to feed starving ex-Wendy's customers. "Hold still," exterminator Bob Watson whispered to a chipmunk that was struggling to breathe. "He sure is a cutie. I'd like to make a pet out of him," Pola commented, but it was too late because Bob Watson had suddenly dropped dead from his third vaccine booster. Sixteen **** hours later his cadaver was ground up and fed to desperate Catholics who didn't care about the pope or anybody else except themselves.