"I hate you."
Stranded in the prison of Argil, doctor Boll was biting his perpetually growing fingernails for the rats to devour, the rodents became his sole confiders and with time, the old man grew to cherish them as his own children of lesser birth. Righteous parents eat their fattened children, lard being good for the soul of man and beast alike.
"A feast", he decreed that day, absorbing them all in one wholesome swoop.
He laughed. They laughed. I laughed. We all laughed, joining hands and praising the Lord. And then they raped him and I laughed again, praise the Lord.
The aliens, you can smell them, the rotting smear of Judeo-soap was forever embedded on their callow bones.
They come at night, plundering your intestines, violating your feeble dignity, they laugh, I laugh. Ha ha ha.
"The aliens are your friends" the whisper says at night, the whisper is your friend, never forget, what's life without friends? "Ha Ha"
Rejecting the word is bad, they say, rejecting the Lord is bad, bad, bad, BAD!!
You pray, lords deflower your hope, your hope is ashamed, your hope forsakes you, you laugh. "Ha Ha"
"Soap!" The bones wail at night. You laugh. "ha Ha"
"Ha Ha"
"ha Ha ha Ha Ha ha ha"
You sleep, the walls **** you, you sleep, the vermin **** you, you live, society ****s you. "Ha Ha."
You're ****ed.
Silence is forever.
"Ha ha Ha."