I hope you die World Geography

I hope you fucking die World Geography. In a fire. On top of a mountain of Legos.

Gagged, on your hands and knees, as our favorite little uke, Lucy, slowly fucks your poo cannon with his long sharp horns, with Louisiana hot sauce for lube. I don't care that I'm passing you, I don't care how easy you are (you fucking slut) I don't care how useful you'll be when I'm taking over the world and I need to know all the agricultural hotspots to cut off to starve a country into complying, I just hope you fucking die. Painfully. I want to hear your screams escalate as I slowly tighten a bench clamp around your femur. As I snip the skin holding your balls together in half. As I stick a block of dry-ice up your ass. I just want you to fucking die