I try to keep a respectable level of propriety and decorum even when I truly want to torture and murder someone. Just as he fantasizes about performing grotesque sex acts on me, I, in contrast, fantasize about different ways of ridding the earth of this vile creature whose soul is blacken beyond redemption. Today was a simple scenario. Just beat him with a bat until he is this pool of bloody goo and let the wild boars in the Koolau mountains feed on what's left of his tainted carcass. I'll sit there all night so that I could watch the feast. What satisfaction, a sense of justice served, and inner peace I would feel watching pigs eating a pig.
I appreciate your thoughtfulness but.... it's the internet, pel. It almost reads as if you're harboring some sexual fetish about beating
off up Panda.
Very few of our ramblings merit this level of thought or anger.

To quote SS: Are there things?