“Goddamn it! Shut the fuck up! Do you know how hard it is to come up with impromptu lyrics?! Stop crying and screaming! Fine, if you cunt-whores don’t wanna listen to my awesome singing, then I’ll just let you die boring, painless deaths!” Michael suddenly transformed into a gigantic tesla-coil, as hundreds of lightning-bolts arced off of his chest, wings, arms and tail. Continue reading →