Of course, a great number of us have violence buried deep inside of them. It punches up you spleen and eventually claws it's way free of your liver like a bitch slapped weasel. It's what tells you to do Evil, Heartless things to that 200 year old woman with eighty cans of cat food in the express checkout lane. It's what makes us hold the knife a slightly different way whenever we slice deep into a cherry pie. Most importantly, it's what seperates us from the lower animals (wait, no, they eat each other), plants (no, they crowd each other and send sucker roots to drain sap), uhm, rocks (no, avalances, damn), WAIT, uh, inert gasses. Yes! Those damn inert gasses. I hate them!
lousy, stinking argon.
What do you mean odorless?