the freakspace emissary completion or whatever

Описание: Christopher Cross Griffin, if there is any level of sanity or integrity remaining in that hollow shell which you call your mind, then you shall direct your utmost attention to my words. Have you the slightest inkling, of what you have just done? You are surrounded by your relatives, your friends, your allies and acquaintances, all gathered around to celebrate and usher in the new year, the dawn of a new era. This meeting was supposed to be one that would welcome such a time, accepting the changes in life that come with it. But you have ruined the sanctity of the moment with your words. Not a single soul in this room had wished for the knowledge of the fact that certain animals cause you to become erect. That is disgusting and vile. You are a putrid excuse of a human. You’re a waste of sperm. You have no dignity. You have no morals. You’re a stain on the Griffin name. Christopher, I swear on whatever higher power exists, that your blood shall stain the carpet that you stand on. It will paint the home that you have insulted with your very presence. Your bones will shatter like shards of glass, and crunch like leaves in autumn. Your heart will stop beating, and your soul will be dragged into the depths of hell. When the spilled crimson dries into that dark, mud-like brown, you will fade, and your spirit will be riddled with shame, the weight of your actions shackling what remains of you for all eternity. You make me sick.