Well, you better stop before I fucking eliminate you! Do you know what I am saying, motherfucker? This is America, goddammit! You don't have the right to laugh, nigger. I don't give a fuck who you are or where you live You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I'll put you in so much fucking pain that it'll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the middle of the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don't give a fuck how tough you are, how well you can fight, or how many guns you have to protect you. I'll fucking show up at your house when you aren't home. I'll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You're going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you'll have a fucking heart attack. You'll go to the hospital for a heart operation,and the last thing you'll see when you're being put under in the operation is me hovering above you, dressed up like a doctor. When you wake up after the operation, you'll be scared for you're fucking life, wondering what i did to you while you were being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You'll recover fully from your heart surgery, and when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home, i'll run you over with my fucking car out of nowhere and kill you. I just want you to know how easily i could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse for a life, but how i'd rather go to a great fucking length to make sure you're last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It's to fucking late to save yourself, but don't bother committing suicide either...I'll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bithchfaced faggot. Welcome to hell, population: you. This is how much trouble your gay ass "laughter" has brought upon you, maggot. Fuck you.