I WANT TO BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A BLUNT OBJECT

 

I want to get one of those high end fashion mannequins, grab them by the ankles and bash your ribcage in

 

I want to sharpen 50 pencils, bind them with a rubber band, put them in your mouth and punch the erasers

 

I want to strap you to a bead of nails then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps on a mall parking lot during an earthquake

 

I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and somehow not survive a small fender bender on the way back from the hospital