Seriously, fuck rolling cacti. Every fucking day I wake up and I go outside, only to get fucked by a rolling cacti. Every opportunity I have to beat the fucking shit out of a rolling cacti I use to further my goal of eliminating all rolling cacti from the fucking multiverse. Fuck rolling cacti. Motherfuckers killed my parents in a fucking plane crash. Motherfuckers caused World War I and II. Motherfuckers ruined my home. Motherfuckers ruined my livelihood. Thanks to rolling cacti I had to flee my home in the desert and I don’t fucking know where my golf-obsessed brother is. He probably fucking died to rolling fucking cacti because rolling cacti are fucking pricks. Fuck rolling cacti. I want all rolling cacti to suffer and burn. I want all rolling cacti to be sent down to the fucking deepest levels of the underworld. Fuck. Rolling. Cacti.