I feel like stuffing you into a human shredding machine, squeezing every ounce of blood and burn every left overs. Or better yet, I'll shove you into a paper shredder and make spaghetti bolognese with your minced flesh. But yet..

Oh whatever la. You're just not worth the effort to get angry at.. sheesh..

Yes. I can be that evil or worse. So don't mess with me. I'm now mentioning that I can be a pure saddist. There. I'm feeling better already. That made all the difference