UncleBuck
Well-Known Member
Dear life sucking nuisances,
Please enjoy your stay of execution, which shall last until the sun dips below the horizon tonight. At such time, I will introduce you to a snack known as Einstein oil, a concentrated neem oil. Please bear in mind that I have no regrets about voiding your ability to reproduce, and rather look forward to doing so.
So what, you say? That won't kill our eggs, so we will just hatch and reproduce again, you say? Think again.
First thing Monday mornning, once the nursery opens, I will be making hundreds of new friends. Friends with names such as Dotty Red and Scarlet Spot, who are carnivores and find your ilk especially tasty. These ladies, I hear, like to consume about a hundred of your family members on a daily basis. I do say, you little bastards are quite lucky I spotted you late on a Saturday, after all the nurseries closed. Your luck will soon run out.
In addition to the neem oil and ladybugs, you will also become acquainted with my other friend, Mr. Jet of Water. He will be visiting the underside of every leaf in my garden which you like to call home. He will be exerting a great deal of pressure and may insist you travel with him to your new home, a place called 'farawayfrommyplantsville'.
Good luck on making your way back to your home, which will be riddled with carnivorous predators anticipating your arrival as well as an oil which will turn your genitals into mush. I almost want you to come back, so I can watch you die...slowly and painfully. Assholes.
Armageddon is rapidly approaching, T-minus 2 hours until darkness falls upon the land and you are showered in neem oil. Enjoy, you fuckers.
Love,
Your rather annoyed host
Please enjoy your stay of execution, which shall last until the sun dips below the horizon tonight. At such time, I will introduce you to a snack known as Einstein oil, a concentrated neem oil. Please bear in mind that I have no regrets about voiding your ability to reproduce, and rather look forward to doing so.
So what, you say? That won't kill our eggs, so we will just hatch and reproduce again, you say? Think again.
First thing Monday mornning, once the nursery opens, I will be making hundreds of new friends. Friends with names such as Dotty Red and Scarlet Spot, who are carnivores and find your ilk especially tasty. These ladies, I hear, like to consume about a hundred of your family members on a daily basis. I do say, you little bastards are quite lucky I spotted you late on a Saturday, after all the nurseries closed. Your luck will soon run out.
In addition to the neem oil and ladybugs, you will also become acquainted with my other friend, Mr. Jet of Water. He will be visiting the underside of every leaf in my garden which you like to call home. He will be exerting a great deal of pressure and may insist you travel with him to your new home, a place called 'farawayfrommyplantsville'.
Good luck on making your way back to your home, which will be riddled with carnivorous predators anticipating your arrival as well as an oil which will turn your genitals into mush. I almost want you to come back, so I can watch you die...slowly and painfully. Assholes.
Armageddon is rapidly approaching, T-minus 2 hours until darkness falls upon the land and you are showered in neem oil. Enjoy, you fuckers.
Love,
Your rather annoyed host
