So… yeah? I ended up doing the thing where you light a match, extinguish it and then jab it into the little blood-sucking bastard’s abdomen so it pulls out.
And then I stomped it. Don’t fuck with my kittens, dammit.
…MAN I DON’T KNOW EITHER.
I’ve had this bouncing around in my little skull since seeing Iron Man on Friday. Nothing can come between a scary Russian man whose face looks like the surface of the moon and his BURD.