You walk into the room which Russell is currently dismantling. "Listen," you say to the cat, "I see you've got a lot of energy to work out, so I've decided to just let you have this room; go ahead and destroy anything you want in here."
The cat stops his rampage for a moment to look up at you. "Anything?" he asks.
"Anything," you assure him.
"If it's in this room," he clarifies again, "I can destroy it?"
"You got it, buddy," you say.
A mischievious smile crosses the cat's face, making you wonder what he's thinking. You soon find out. Russell lunges at you with claws extended, turning into a dervish of sharp feline bits and turning you into wet confetti.