Oh, it's absolutely natural. What I object to is the human psyche which can not only enjoy such a thing, but create the scenario unnecesarily as well. Isn't cock-fighting perfectly natural? It is, but we tend to keep cockerels seperate so they don't tear each other to shreds unnecesarily, if we're not the sort of sick fúcks who get our jollies watching animals in distress.
And stop telling me what to do.
Blame those shíte wildlife progammes by ****s like Attenborough that layer emotive, heart string-tugging music over scenes of wild animals doing their thing.
These shows are supposed to somehow educate us, but they are basically just soap operas designed to appeal to our base, crude emotions.
In fairness, he pinched that from Burns:
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."