| Oh shit, now I'm mad

That's it my fine feathered friend. No longer will I caress your fair skin with the silky gloves of good sportsmanship. Oh, no. From this day forth I send nothing but the dirtiest, nastiest, smelliest tricks this side of yo' mama at you. Enjoy your hike tomorrow because next weekend you're gonna be so scared, your jelly-like knees won't be able to support your terror-swollen body and all of your bones south of the pelvis will spontaneously shatter, leaving only a liquid like mass that will look on in horror as each of your pulverized miniatures is destroyed, one by one!