Coward.
You're loathsomely lucky too. My hammurabian offense attorney says you got a chance to dodge this one.
But I'm not telling you how or what or nothing. Not until Hammurabi himself reigns his judgement down all on your punk ass. Like a jello-shot down a stripper's back at a raunchy club. You're that stripper, so filthy letting dudes suck on your body all night like that for money. In fact, you're gonna feel a lot worse than that sucky whore when Hammurabi's hammer strikes.
Hammurabi Time draws evermore nearly nigh. What are you gonna do, Pi?
You gonna bust out your parachute pants and start dancing?
You gonna try to defend yourself arguing that you didn't insult my goddess because she isn't a goddess or she isn't my goddess?
You don't get to the right to make those determinations against another dude's religion, so it just counts as more blasphemy against my Goddess. It digs you in deeper and deeper with Hammurabi, bro.
And, bro, bro most his punishments are some form of death and/or dismemberment. Look, how about just admit your are guilty and I'll drop my whole case against you. And you write a long and heart felt apology to Stevie Nicks. I'm saying real soul-searching needs to be evident in these paragraphs. I want to see tangible physical evidence of your soul in this apology letter, like with some portion of your living soul essence extracted out of you and then soaked in the parchmentary of the apology letter. That is how high of a standard of sincerety I am expecting out of you here is.
That's for Stevie. I'm also an aggrieved party in this transgression who demands appeasement if you hope to evade Hammurabi's mighty butt-cheeks squashing your head like a pomegranate.
What I'd like to see from you, Pi. What I EXPECT to see out of you is an attitude change.
No more of this bs miserable telling me off all the time attitude.
Marvel at how wise my posts are. LOL my jokes. Agree with all my opinions, even if they are nonsense.
Most importantly, you will believe as I tell you to believe. And that will too be nonsense. Soooooooo much nonsense. Your brain will be saturated and exploding with all the nonsense I put into it.
This will render you in a babbling madmen, whom I shall mock. I will put you in a jester suit and mock your mental illness relentlessly. Why not? It sounds like an amusing and perfectly legal form of abuse.