[Tone snide and quiet, promising murder.]

...I really, really fucking hate that goddamn pun.

And I don't want any of you getting fucking ideas over this shit, either.

Damnit.

Dear Self,

It has come to my attention that you are a gobsmacked moron and that your stupidity is such, it's impossible to measure it in any known metric system. This will, needless to say, blow up in your face and, should you survive it, I'll be gleefully laughing my ass off at your expense.

Also, stop planning matricide and get on with it, damnit.

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