"Haha! Poor."
She puffed her cheeks, trying not to get angry and clicked the next page.
"Never gonna-"
"WHY!"
She screamed out of anger, throwing her laptop on the floor and grabbing her sledgehammer, beating the living microchips out of it. When it was nothing but bits and pieces, she then proceeded to sweep up the evidence and dump it in the trashcan.
Thanks to her computer, she now has the song stuck in her head. Triggered, she stormed into the kitchen and turned on the stove. The stove ran on gas, which was a bad thing for what she was about to do..
She grabbed a stick from outside then stuck it in the flame, watching as part of the stick gained fire. She then proceeded to run around her house like a maniac, catching everything on fire.
Including her cat.
Rest in Peace Mr. Sprinkles.
"Is she okay?" The elderly woman asked her husband from next door, her pale wrinkled eyes scanning over the abomination going on in her neighbor's house.
"She's alright, dear. She just has allergies," he said, putting a comforting hand on her back and rubbing it in circles.
"๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ค๐ข๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ."