The notion of hunger strike makes it seem as if my snakes are unionizing. Now my reptile room is a herptatorship and not a herpocracy. Them not eating is my choice because I am an evil megalomaniac and just dangle dead rats in their face. They know they aren't allowed to eat. I am their alpha and omega. I make the waters fall and the lights shine.
...sigh I am such a captive of my reptiles. That's irony Alanis could have sung about.