"And I'll tell you who 'her' is: Cassandra Nova. A megalomaniacal, psychotic a-hole.
A finger-licking dead-inside pixie slab of third-rate dime store nut milk," "And I'll tell you what she can do...She can lick my goddamn cinnamon ring clean and kick rocks all the way to bald hell. In fact, I don't give a s
- if she removes all my skin and pops me like some nightmarish blood balloon" "If the last thing I do in this godforsaken c-m gutter existence is light that f- box on fire, I still won't die happy."
"And you can quote me on that"
