May your legs break as you walk towards that which you covet. May your arms break as you try to steal that which you desire. May your back bow and break under the weight of your callous words, your cruel disregard. May you suffer. May you suffer and never die.
On this day I am thankful to have remembered to put ground glass in the savory stuffing you so enjoy.
If zombies where chasing us and they caught you; I wouldn’t mercy shoot you. I would let you get eaten.