A great evil.

"This is it. I've been teetering on this precipice for decades and I never thought I'd cross this line. I've finally become one with my sociopathy and my inner rage. I will be hunted, I will be tortured, and I will eventually have to face justice for the evils I am about to unleash. And I'll probably write a book about it, and it will become a posthumous bestseller. Terrible acts on a scale never before conceived of. I am the love child of Hitler, Stalin, Idi Amin Dada, and countless others that I don't readily have the names of handy. There can be no redemption, and I am like Darth Vader without the fucking helmet coming off scene. All shall cower in fear of the coming genocide for (*raises arms in maniacal fit/surge of unimaginable powers of the universe*) I AM SHIVA, THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS! THIS IS MY INSANE LAUGHTER. INSANE LAUGHTER! HAHA! HAHAHA! AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"....I'm still not cleaning the toilet for you."

"This is bullshit."


  1. In retrospect, cleaning the toilet was for the best. I'm pretty certain they were developing nuclear weapons and this is, after all, a nuclear-free household. We're pretty firm on that.