You don't want a piece of this. I will make you regret crawling of that sorry excuse for a hole you call your mother's womb. Ten years from now you'll look back and think "I wouldn't have to be eating a hamburger through this straw if I simply hadn't provoked Jim."

I will eat your heart I will kill your children. You will dine in Hell once Im don't with you.

Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

Dammit you you. Just take my like