"You're old. You're done. You're days are finished. Look at you, you cannot even stand up straight. If the king of burgers is what you are, then I am the God who shot you out of his left nostril not thinking people would come across your smear on my universe and take any interest at all.
I'm here to tell you that I am here to clean up this nonsense. I am here to wipe you out of existence and the mat is my kleenex. Don't talk to me about longevity. Finishing you is going to be the saddest ten seconds mankind has known in ages. When I'm done with you, there'll be nothing but a shell and I'll smash that too.
If you people want to see a fight, come to my locker room and watch me @#$% this thing... this garbage... out of my ass. Big Mac, when it's over, you're not coming back, because this time I'm going to remember to flush."
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