From berkus.
My eyes burn with the red of the flame from deepest hell. My hair stands on end at the thought of your transgressions. I will exact upon you the fruits of your labor in an endless flood of events that will tear your bones apart like bits of discarded wrapping paper. You will feel my fury and know you've earned every moment of your unending suffering!! No, seriously, I totally will. You're in SO much trouble. C'mon. Run or somthing. Please?
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