Okay, okay, fine, I’ll revise it.

So, I was walking down the street one day, and I saw, ****, this blonde-haired and blue-eyed baby was threatening my grandma with a knife! That **** ain’t fair, so I grabbed the woman's genitals, forced his mouth on the curb, and stomped on the back of his head so hard that the top of his perfect aryan skull, brain matter, skin, hair, eyes, and all, flew atop of my grandma’s head, and landed there with a perfect plop, not even a sound, and I screamed, “**** YEAH, THREE POINT SHOT RIGHT THERE ****!” And then, me and my grandma had a disco party. Why? When you kill a baby like that, who’s bound to be a rocket scientist, ruining his dreams forever? You gotta celebrate, dammit.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.