...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

I really need to quit my job. I never had any faith in humanity to begin with, but lately it's being getting to the point where I actually have negative faith. Even being infuriatingly polite to drivelling fucktards in order to wind them up even more no longer brings me that spark of malevolent glee which it used to. Now I just sit there and hope their entire family gets brutally murdered by cannibalistic space-rapists from the future. And they survive, but they get leprosy and all their parts fall off and small children throw things at them in the street and they shed a single, leporous tear as they think "If only I hadn't been such an obnoxious jackass as to call down the Wrath of Froodle, I would have nbeen spared all this" and then I drive by in my limosine and splash them with water, only the water carries the Bubonic Plague and is also made of acid.

Not that I sit around and think about this or anything.

Of course, what is far more likely is that the boiling fountain of rage that lives within me will one day very soon reach critical mass and explode through my nervous system, burning out everything that was once recognisable as a person and leaving me naught but an empty vessel filled with raw killing power. And after that, it's just a hop, skip and a lava pool to killing small children and living out the remainder of my years as an evil black robot.