ULTIMATE FUCKRAGE: METAL FUCKING BABY ON A PIKE WHILE THE POPE MASTURBATES TO SATAN
Jaune sauntered forth with confidence, his fuckferocious surety fueling his intensely animated hip and groin movements. A pair of gigantic motherfucking gates made the mistake to stand before him. The Arc scoffed as he toted his axe-dick, ready to beat those doors into submission. But even after he made three perfectly-timed swings with his whetted pecker, those motherfucking pieces of shit still dared to hold. It is at this point that Jaune realized that ten voracious niggers summoned by the baleful negromancer Boris Johnson somersaulted into his feud, eager to feast upon this patriot's flesh. Armed to the teeth with curse-blazoned swords and katanas, they lunged.
But this asslord was not as inattentive as those negroes assumed. Fully expecting their ambush, Jaune swiftly turned around and hardened his nipples with nothing but bare animalistic FUCKRAGE, summoning a dark force field around him that effortlessly staved off the numerous attacks made by those shitheaded faggotmeisters. Screaming in collective rage, the niggers congregated and executed a foul orgy, leaving many spectators maddened with its depravity. Soon after performing this diabolic act, a giant fucking monster with ten ginormous cocks stormed forth; it was ready to smash Jaune with its multiple cum guns.
The sheer size and power of this devil sent Jaune into a destructive spiral of depression. He remembered having sex with Pyrrha. Suddenly, a hologram appeared in the air. It was Ozpin, entombed in his cursed armor crafted from the hides of the Jews. He was on gigantic fucking basketball floating through space, even though there are no gigantic fucking basketballs floating through space.
"Jaune, you must rock the fuck out."
The Arc did as the LORD commanded. He piously roared as he killed all of the nigger fuckwraiths with a single swing of his newly-augmented scimitar-chowder-thophore. He then murdered the fuck out of the monster, and sent its body flying through the planet Fuckbitchassholecunt. He remembered the day where he swore to never touch a single girl's panties ever again, and also swore to fuck that bitch. He flew through the universe on his spaceship, singing about life's unending sorrows. He looked at his watch that wasn't there. He saw the face of a man who could have been so much more. He then spun the remains of the planet Fuckbitchassholecunt on his finger and threw it at the sun, killing the fuck out of it too.
"You know, I thought you'd be a motherfucking motherfucker. You're actually just a motherfucking motherfucker that motherfucks."
That's what Albert Einstein said when he masturbated to futa loli porn. Jaune looked at a mug which lay on the altar of God. It had an elastic yellow film on the bottom. He remembered the fact that he has stage four ass cancer. Summoning his obsidian daemon-guitar, he rode the waves of music, promising to staple tapeworms on his penis.
Somewhere, the man who fucked his mother laughed. He laughed forever. He then killed himself, knowing what he had sired and ready to redeem himself.