There he goes again. Killing hundreds of innocent beings with that new electronic insect killer he just bought. This something-that-looks-like-a-badminton-racket is hell on earth for poor defenceless bugs.
Those metal bars in the middle send tiny volts of electricity into the insects it comes into contact with and the poor creatures - literally - drop like flies.
Dad's thinking he's Prakash Padukone reincarnated - playing, zapping, torturing - deriving sadistic pleasure. And why am I so concerned. Well, Maneka Gandhi might just get a heart attack.
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