Next.

To get a perfect troll, you have to breed for them. You need the best genes and a perfect streak of dumb luck to get chitin that could withstand the hammer of a god, that flexes but doesn't splinter. Blood that runs iridescent, without losing its hue. The sharpest of minds, resilient to the cheap attacks of lesser houses.

You've been mixing your DNA with your only other source. It's the only thing you can do to quell the rage in your gut, the visceral desire to crush the skull of any uppity wriggler that could dare threaten you.

Your supply is limited, and you've learned to make a lot out of a little.

If you boost them enough through life stolen from others, they last a whole week before dissolving into goop.

Once they learn of their imminent death, they flip the fuck out, like a shaken sneakbeast.