Lorne spicer. Lorne, from the Ancient Greek - To hate. And Spicer, from the Ancient Sumerian - To stab repeatedly in the eye with the snapped off end of a pencil.
She is the one person on this planet I hate with distinction. With distinction. One of the very few areas within which I excel. Hating Lorne Spicer. I am the PREMIER agent within the academic circle founded to express utter derision and abhorrance towards Lorne Spicer. In the world I might add.
*Buffs fingernails on lapel*
Seriously Lorne, do the fucking world a favour and become the very first recipient of the evil new disease Cancer 2.0. It is exactly the same as normal Cancer but the 2.0 bit relates to the fact that the skin on your forehead pigments to read "CUNT" in big red letters so that deaf people who have never heard your whiny voice can hate you on sight too...at a distance.
Oh, and your knees would take on grasshopper-like qualities so that they emit a chirping sound as you walk. So that blind people can hear you coming at a distance too and get the fuck out of your way, or grab the nearest machete and make for you. Like a blind machete wielding moth, but drawn to sound instead of light.
Seriously Lorne. Die
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