On why you shouldn’t piss me off:
Truth be told, I’m a very difficult person to truly get pissed off at anyone. At most, many people only annoy or frustrate me slightly. Those who do manage to invoke my anger tend to regret it rather quickly. Think of me as a strange lamb. For some reason, I am larger than usual, and have a rather curious bump on my back, that when you poke it, you’ll hear a strange growl, and a slight buzzing noise that’s almost unnoticeable. Then, one day, you poke a little bit to hard, and you hear and feel a texture akin to a knife going through paper mache, or poking a croissant that’s toasted to a crisp inside and out. You then realise that this isn’t a lamb, it’s a lamb costume. Inside this costume, is something beyond nature. Beyond nature, as for some reason there’s a mountain lion and a hornet’s nest living in a comfortable symbiotic relationship with one another. The mountain lion attacks you, tearing you to shreds, but leaving you just alive enough to where the hornets slowly sting you to death.
I think that’s an ample enough reason.
