Merry damn Christmas; don't go to the malls.

I suppose 'Tis the Season', right?

Well, buddy, someday, someone is going to fight back, and you won't know what hit you.

Like, my elbow, for instance. What was that? You're mad at me now? Oh, nevermind the fact that you just HAD to push your way through right there.

Go screw yourself, really. You're not all high-and-mighty, you're just like me and everyone else in the mall, so get in line.

Next time, I swear, I'll bring a damn Claymore to whatever mall it is I go to.

It'll be the parting of the Red damn Sea when I'm swingin' it around.

Peace.