Don't say another Goddamn word.
Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else- one word- I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. And from my black throne I will lash together a machine of bore and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you, this fear engine will bore a hole between this one and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming-as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin... I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.