The Potato Bug refucking surfaced!!! I was grabbing my towel from the corner of the room to take a shower. And this cocky son of bitch begins mocking me. I quickly stoked myself out. It was game time. With thrash metal blaring in the back ground I grabbed my sandal and wopped the son of a bitch across the back. This merely wounded the vile specimen that eminates from the loins of Satan. As the son of a bitch lied dazed and smothered between my sandal and the towel which it was granted charter. I swooped my leg up high in the air and came down with an axe kick on the sandal. Motherfucking thing padded the son of a bitch though. I removed the sandal only to find it still breathing. Bam once again I go for an axe kick, a little off the mark. I go back to a fisticuff offense, grabbing the sandal and pounding hard on it's backside. I still don't know if that did it. Lemme check...
Gasp...
Hazaar!!!!!!! To Valhalla this fucker goes!!!! He's as dead as Tara Reid's career! Encore of "Whiplash- Last Man Standing" now blares in an audiogenic applause of the glory and valor that came with the victory of Man over Beast!!!
Hail! FUCK YES!