You were just begging for a brobdingnagian spike volley of arrows type of a death. Which you shall have. But not with the sharpness with things that would be allowed to happen.

Well you gets it. Hammer and tongs. Antiquities assembly line.

Get a shopping cart full of books and then we'll talk. It's called manifest destiny.

We blow you out.

I know I'm more like a game show host. Oh fuck look what you won you lost. With extreme craft glue. With oh how will you ever ever. For obituaries and marriages high pitched whine signaling tectonic wavestrike. Open book admirers. That's great. Really it is great what's less so is well. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. In ze crying game. In eat our shit. And I love you. And bright are the stars that shine. And tenderly. Shiny foils. Foiled again. Stamped with ban. Stamped with season's greetings.