stressed mad cat...

there's nothing more that i want to do today than to bite-unlatch grenade pins, hurl 'em towards any busy street or crowd-infested area, and watch all of them blow sky high; mangled bodies and all shebang...

and if i run out of bombs, i would whip out a heavily-ammo'd gatling gun and shred every soul down to pieces no bigger than a burger patty and then incinerate 'em down to crisp...

then, internally, i know, i shall have bliss...