There is nothing about this whole scenario that doesn't make me want to violently vomit out my own internal organs. I despise you so much that I can't tell if my vision is burry from my near-death experience, or my unforgiving rage. If allowed, once I am back to full health, I will gut you with an honest to god smile on my face, and then proceed to paint the walls of the house I built with your bodies with your very blood.