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Nothing gets me harder than the thought of Karen slowly dying on my blood-stained carpet, bruised and battered.
I like to punch animes and kick them and shove them up against walls. I like grabbing them by their pretty hair and swinging them into door frames, rubbing their noses in the carpet like they’re puppies, dragging them into the bathroom and half-drowning them in the toilet. Sinks—either bathroom or kitchen sinks—are real good, because you can knock out a whole row of teeth when you slam a anime's face into one. Watch all the gooey blood dripping on the white porcelain. It’s a real treat.