Fuck Bears; You're on Notice
bastard, n. you know who you fucking are, you cowardly, contemptuous spawn of syphilitic cum rags. Yes, you.
Do you know what I'm going to do when I get my hands on you, you pieces of filth? Whatever sick fucking game you think you're playing, whether this is some piece of rancid shit that I go to school with perpetuating this tired joke, or if Wade is right and there's some twisted fuck out there...I don't care what I believe, but if you believe the thing to do is to play 'we looked in the trap' with a whole college, mentally twist the lot of us for your own amusement, your own needs, and those needs involve snorting the souls of those most creative to get your jollies off, devouring them so the world grows greyer and greyer...I don't care. Either way, whoever the fuck it was who just broke into our dorm room? You're dead. They're not going to find the pieces when I'm finished with you.
Do you know what I'm going to do when I get my hands on you, you pieces of filth? Whatever sick fucking game you think you're playing, whether this is some piece of rancid shit that I go to school with perpetuating this tired joke, or if Wade is right and there's some twisted fuck out there...I don't care what I believe, but if you believe the thing to do is to play 'we looked in the trap' with a whole college, mentally twist the lot of us for your own amusement, your own needs, and those needs involve snorting the souls of those most creative to get your jollies off, devouring them so the world grows greyer and greyer...I don't care. Either way, whoever the fuck it was who just broke into our dorm room? You're dead. They're not going to find the pieces when I'm finished with you.