I fantasize about torturing people in elaborate ways. Not specific people, just random people. Real Hostel-grade stuff.
I am addicted I am in a prison of love, How noble I am to suffer alone, to silently keep waiting, waiting, and waiting for the one who wont even look my way anymore. I am addicted The cyanide is the spice to our love Now their heart is glazed over with a shell of ice and guilt. I am addicted to their poison. My love, My Sweet Cyanide, My sweet poppy flower.
I will RIP OPEN Ultra Magnus guts, and anyone else who gets in my way! And with that Unicron will be my slave.
Lord Galvatron
