Walking down the street after clubbing I see you, and you say some particularly nasty things.
Your barbs, dressed as compliments attempt to bring me down after I've had so much fun partying through the town.
But today of all days, I'm feeling good. Let's talk.
Surprised, you lean back a bit in fear, and as you balk I say...
"Listen to me you partially evolved orangutan.
If you ever so much as breathe in my direction, I will bury my five inch heels down your ******* through your uretha, up through your ***** and make our encounter a brief vasectomy. Afterwards I would perform a laminectomy if it wasn't for the fact that you never had a spine to begin with.
*******, I will rewrite your entire digestive system from the inside out to make you live up to the fact that all you do is talk ****.
And after I've so broken your ego to the extent that I gently lick your tears from your face my amigo, I will walk away as you are reduced to a puddle of slime, you sentient pile of ******."
You break down and cry, and with a smile so wry, I walk away satisfied. I stride with fire.