Inasmuch as you wanted to see the mouse cook over the fire, you didn't want to see them suffer.
"Um, could you kill him first or something?" you asked. "I don't want him to suffer from any pain."
"Not a problem," said Kelsey. Their hands entered the range of the camera, and pick up the mouse. They move the mouse away. There was a snapping sound. The mouse was brought back, dead. "Not everyone likes to see them die." They then pick up the spit, and soon threaded it through the mouse's mouth, going down their throat.
The mouse body was set over the fire, so that you could watch it roast.
