I hate you.
God I hate you so much.
For exposing me to that travesty against God and Nature, I shall hunt you down and beat you to death with the head of that travesty against God and Nature. While forcing you to listen to that over and over.
Red heads and children, just like midgets, cyclists, other drivers, old people, mothers, fatties, missionaries, charity hawkers, twilight fans, chimpanzees, bananas and one-legged sea captains, cause my blood to boil and bloodpressure to shoot up to the point where forehead veins burst and piss out streams of steaming ichor so intense, that they cut through brick and steel, flesh and bone, like a blowtorch through runny butter.