It was just another cricket. This one had a little white spot on its back and made a "crunch" noise when I dug my teeth into its soft under belly.
"No no no," it cried out in vain. I laughed wickedly and ripped a leg off.
The leg moved about by itself until I smashed it with my mighty fist.
"No no no," it cried.
I laughed wickedly.
"You see," I said to it at last, "You have brought this about yourself. You are just getting your just deserves! Fate! Destiny. Call it whatever you like. I am a judge and jury to the world and I have passed sentence on you. Die, you little critter!"
It flopped about, quite mortally wounded. The large hole in its chest leaked off pusy fluids. It stumbled about with its five legs. It thought about its life.
It screamed out "Where is god? Where is god? Where is god?"