30

I like to raise cute, furry rodents in an environment that serves to instill in them a loathing for all of humanity and unwavering loyalty to me. When they are old enough, I train them in rigorous, physically taxing hand-to-hand combat techniques and teach them a thorough knowledge of firearm usage. When their training is complete, I implant cybernetic muscle and nerve enhancements and further refine their combat prowess. Finally, they become ready to join my ever-growing army of cuddly, loveable, unstoppable hamster kill-bots which I will eventually unleash upon an unsuspecting and woefully unprepared world. Wave upon wave of fuzzy terror will wash over all nations, and I will stand triumphant after this horrible hamstergeddon.