How would you feel if your father was the last smurf on earth and was recently murdered for being different? Then imagine how it would feel to be the last smurf/human hybrid, living life on the lamb praying that the rain doesn't wash off your makeup. Now finally, imagine what it would be like when you are discovered and your human captors burn you till there is nothing left.
Now imaging being human. Isn't burning smurfs fun?
