To say I have some anger issues with diabetes would be an understatement.
If diabetes was something I could go after and kill, I’d do it with an axe, a little axe because I’d want to see it’s face and it’s fear and the pain that I was causing it.
I’d come barging through it’s front door as it was sitting on the couch watching tv and I’d come in, in a fury, yelling (like the romans when they invaded territories or something). I’d catch it so off guard that it would fall off the couch trembling and it would curl into the fetus position and cover it’s face. It might even be screaming "no, don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me". And I’d ask it why. "Why shouldn’t I kill you?"
Yes, I might just take a moment to ask questions up front instead of killing first and asking later. Of course, with me holding an axe over it, it probably wouldn’t be able to do anything but stutter and beg that I let it live. And my patience would wear thin and I’d hack it into a million little pieces. And then I’d be satisfied because I had destroyed it. And then I’d live happily ever after