my sheer rage is confined by these shackles the burning hatred I yield rivals that of no other conceivable feeling. My mortal vessel cannot contain the seething vile nature of my anger for much longer. I must soon transcend to the cosmos in which i will then unleash my full potential upon the universe. and only then, as i revel in the destruction of everything, my rage will be satiated. and no one, ever again, will ever be able to call me a stinky head
He's a silly little man
