This anger, this boiling blood running through my veins, it is a prelude to one monumental execution. And there is no place to run, no place to hide. I will hunt you down, tear your flesh from your bones, and shatter your skull into powder. I will blow that powder through the air, erasing you from the memory of this damned Earth.
Ah, yes. That imagination of mine. It never runs out of evil, twisted ideas no matter what mood I am into. Evil really is my middle name.
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