Cadeusces 1:16-1:49 - "Whatever the ♥♥♥♥ you think you're doing right now. Stop it. You're a protozoa. You're a cur. You're a bent piece of toast. You're a slightly dry contact lense. That's how much you irritate me. Stand back. I don't want to smell you. Look the other direction. I don't want to look at you. Your very presence is concerning to my wellbeing. I'll kindly ask one more time; stop your shenanigans, take a very close look at yourself in the mirror and promptly stop breathing. You have shown me you have the mental capability of an infant born with severe anencephaly. An elephant with too big of ears and not enough trunk. You disgust me. You reek. You bore me. Try. Try. Try to run from Destiny. It will come all the same. You will end up as roadkill. You're so putresent I can see your future. That's just how much more superior I am to you. So stop whatever you think you're doing right now. Stop thinking. Go fly off into the cosmos as an evolved space-rock and stop thinking. I know these words might be a little too much for you so let me break it down for you. You're embarrassing. You're a fright to a mother's child. You're ugly and terrible at the things you do. Pot, meet kettle. So stop whatever you think you're doing right now and walk off a cliff headfirst."

Cadeusces 1:51-1:60 - "You're a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ disgrace. A ♥♥♥♥ eating ♥♥♥♥ mommy. You're a sack that has more genetic ancestry in deep sea creatures than the human species. In fact, the enigma that is your protein sequence is still a contentious topic among scientists and philosophers alike. The potential that you may leave a genetic footprint on this planet is more frightening than the centuries of provable folklore, and accumulative unexplored regions of our planet. I cannot stand your presence, I cannot stand your thoughts. The prospect of your personage placing itself geographically nearer to mine has proven negative biological effects on my body. If it is not too much for your cherry pit of a brain to comprehend, I would humbly request at the behest of any divine being that would deem it morally sane to allow your existence for your immediate expungement of this premises. Please, and thank you."

Cadeusces 2:28-2:40 - "I can't believe you're talking to me, you unbelievably fantastical excuse for a multi-cellular organism. They say a trebuchet is the king of medieval siege technology, but I beg to differ. The very exposure to your pale, sickly visage is enough to send a garrison of hardy, muscular Russian Spetsnaz crying back to their mothers. I could not use the broad vocabulary gifted to me to properly explain the blight your presence incurs upon all organic surroundings when you enter any location. You have achieved a level of horror and fright only attainable by the unknowns of deep space. I must say, I have never seen metal curdle at the sight of one creature, but you have certainly taken, or ♥♥♥♥, on the cake this time... sir? Indeed I could not identify you with any common phrase known to my species and for that I find that I abhor your right to survival. I cannot imagine that you were born with any level of instinct, and thusly I find your survival to this point a novelty. Your lack of skill, wit, and general biomass capable of producing a functional ♥♥♥♥-sapien has been found wanting. So I may only conclude that your pure, unadulterated, festering boiler pot of all things bacterial and viral must be your only defense mechanism against the forces of nature that steer clear of your vicinity. Your only blessing is your greatest curse, the curse that will forever place you below the food chain of a spore just breathing its first breath. That you are a vile, putrefying, decaying, mimicry of life that should have been placed into the steamer long before this moment."

Cadeusces 2:54-2:62 - "You bleating calf, you blinking fawn, your lack of any cognitive ability is apparent, but your most recent blunders are worthy to be recorded in religious texts. Is that too difficult for you to understand? Here, allow me to further explain to you the unending depths by which your presence carries this world into. Never before has a child been born into this world with a head so large, and yet so empty as yours that the mother's womb simply could not bear the weight in knowing that it has delivered unto mankind it's doom. Your very existence is the knife that has broken the seventh seal and it is your caustic breath that causes the death of all organic surroundings. You stink a stench that has been known to corrode even the sturdiest metals known to us. Your petulance is unnerving and the fashion by which your thoughtless stares bore into me cause me great distress. Is it so possible that 14 billion years of evolution could lead to such a blunder?"

Cadeusces 3:1-3:9 - "Would God allow such a failure in this universe? I know now there is nothing beyond the veil because the deadness in your eyes is symbol enough of the emptiness of all things unknown. You are a fright to a mother's child, a Halloween costume that does not know the season, a creature that cannot be categorized under any known genus of intelligent species this planet has to offer. I ask you in the utmost of my hatred for all things lesser than me, how do you rise from your slumber each morning, and how do you breathe knowing each exhale of your rotting, stained, toxic-logged insides poison this beautiful and bountiful world around you? I would normally say it would be better that you took yourself to the nearest fountain and drown yourself but knowing your propensity for failure, disappointment, and ineptitude I could not suggest that course of action in good conscience; yes conscience, a thing intelligence bears. So instead I will default to something you cannot fail at. Climb out of a speeding car's window head first, walk off a cliff, jump into a Florida lake and proceed to allow your scum meld with the pond life that would accept you as it's own. For it would not be difficult to meet your end as it would be the only thing you have and will ever succeed at."

Ashaerus 1:3-1:13 - "Your very existence is of so little consequence that if you were picked for anything remotely special or useful, the world would implode, as it could not bear to witness such mediocrity rise to any position of importance or relevance. You are less than nothing; you have descended into negativity with your uselessness. Anyone who would even admit to your existence is simply embracing your lack of impact on this earth or any of its actual meaningful inhabitants. The simple act of speaking to you requires me to lower my IQ to such a degree that I may never fully recover, but it will be worth it to finally show you how truly forgettable you are.Your pitiful cries of desiring any sort of relevance would be pitiful if you had any bearing on anyone's life. Your very existence is an oversight by an all-knowing god. The only special thing about you is the fact that you are well and truly not special. Less than a cog in the machine, less than the dirt of the earth, less than the empty void of space, every word you speak opens a black hole in the universe to compensate how little meaning you have. Your existence destroys galaxies because of your unimportance. You must be so proud; whatever you may say will be swiftly swept away by the wind as that is the insignificance of your words and I grow tired of speaking to such a worthless waste of time. I would bid you well if only to preserve the fragile balance of the universe."