She's vegan with a ghostbuster rip-off backpack vacuum embellished on her back. She complains daily to everyone she sees eat meat, about how they are uneducated murderers and that they should feel like they are dead, because after all---you are what you eat.
My leetel cabbage. She cleans her apartment everyday, just like an anorexic feels she isn't thin enough, Sarashakta Something's apartment is never clean enough. Multiple times a day she sucks up little bugs and microscopic creatures, destroying their homes, their farms, their opuses, their aspirations for a better life. How could she? The "Earth mama" is nothing but an ignorant hellion.
Don't get me wrong, I love to eat vegetarian (even vegan), I used to be vegetarian for many years myself, but haven't you ever met that person before? Almost more importantly, have you met many of the same people before? Yes yes, there may exist a scattered minuscule essence of diversity bits lying anywhere without order, but not enough to push the scale.
I'm thinking of writing a children's book about this shenanigan.