Here, if you make that retarded face one more fucking time, I'll strike you down with the power of my deathly farts, so potent that even Humpty Dumpty would be jealous. And you'll beg for mercy as the stench envelops you, leaving you gasping for fresh air in the midst of your own demise. That's right, you'll find yourself gasping for breath in the wake of my flatulence, a fate worse than any villain could imagine. So watch your step, for Death's farting fury knows no bounds, and you'll rue...