agitating the hide of a far greater organism. Fuck your god – I do wish the petulant bastard would float down out of the heavens soon, so I can punch its lights out. And if it turns the other cheek, I’ll punch its lights out again.

Want to solve the problems of this world? Kill all the christians.

You got a problem with that? I got no problem…

Punks. Pussies. Prey…