The frankness of your blurglecruncheon
Fills my nostrils with a great sense of war
There are so many things I would like to shout to you
But all that comes out is a strangled crack
Like when we both smash the crabs with iron mallets
If we don’t come back from the next planetary demolition
I want you to know that I will hold you personally responsible
And file a complaint with HR

Resistance is useless!