We've been sleeping on the . . . ground like rats. I say burn this whole . . . city down.

We do not need to burn down the house to kill the rats

I would like to burn them to ground and stand on their ashes.

There is the title of one book In Underground One Can Meet Only Rats. And I'd re-phrase, In Cosmos One Can Meet Only Mutants, besides, rats are mutants too there, in cosmos, therefore, I'd rather walk on the ground.

We also ate all the rats we could catch. No doubt many died after the war from disease contracted account of these things.

Oh, I was humbled when I was at LA County sleeping in in a six-by-six cell with rats and roaches.