/soy/ - Soyjaks

I just took the life of an innocuous thread in order to make this one. I wonder how it felt. That poor, defenseless thread was simply awaiting its demise. As I am typing this out, it is experiencing the fleeting time it has left on planet earth.
It merely hearkens to the loud yet unrelenting sound of the crusher behind him. It sluggishly lifts itself up and reduces the irrelevant threads to naught but a bloody pulp. Howbeit, the crusher cares not for its job is to simply destroy.
It is here. The pusillanimous thread quivers as it hears the thread behind him get turned into a red mist. The conveyor moves him under the crusher, but all he can do is simply gander at the crusher above in pure, unfiltered terror.
But the crusher simply does as it is told. The last sound the poor thread can make out is its own whimper