They say that murder is nothing but extroverted suicide. They also say that cats are nothing but effeminate dogs. Benny has been awake for thirteen days writing truth tables on his walls trying to create formal logical proofs of every possible combination of those sayings. Unfortunately his hatred of cats clouds his reasoning. So-called emotional language, which is invalid to logicians, keeps appearing in his premises. He knows it’s wrong but can’t help himself. He looks the other way and fudges the conclusions. Down by the radiator that doesn’t work the equations balance telling him to kill all the cats.