I killed him, I did.
Abuse. He was scream-y and
yell-y. My poor bangs.

He yelled at me. Mean.
Sometimes people get mad when
they're shot in the head?

I'm so sad because
My butthole is bigger than
the cell where I dwell.

Breeze. I feel a breeze.
No, nevermind. I farted.
I hate you, butthole.