You’re what we’d call mentally ill. You might want to try to do something about that before you hurt someone. Or you know, be the next evening entertainment for your dictator. The best thing he knows is when they scrape people like you off the pavement riddled with bullets.
Go on, be all you can be. Maybe even take an SS agent or two with ya to …well yeah . Why give that fat fuck the satisfaction?






The shit your mom cooks is slop. Cancer-inducing, low-end brain rot that’d make Nestlè blush. This 'cuisine is what mostly kept your degenerate incestuous ‘extended family “alive”’. For all these long years.
When you’re not eating each other, of course, fucking each other. Or both.
Eventually, we’ll burn all ya’ll alive and dance on the fucking ashes. One day, Fuck-face.