I want to crush baby Yoda under my boot. I want to smash his skull relentlessly and watch as his eyes squish out of his dumb little head. I want to crush every individual bone in his body as he watches himself get torn apart. I will slit his underbelly and pull out every organ and eventually pull out his still beating heart and crush it in my grasp. I will spatter his blood on the walls and floor and beat his dying body to a pulp. I will throw his corpse against the walls until it is a worthless, empty bag of useless skin that has an uncountable number of holes and bruises. Finally, I will throw his body parts into a mulcher and shower myself in his shredded body and fluids.