ULTIMATE FUCKRAGE: METAL FUCKING BABY ON A PIKE WHILE THE POPE MASTURBATES TO SATAN
Jaune laughed like the petulant, fucktarded, annoying fucking manchild he was. „You can't get me!" He guffawed. "I am fucking invincible!"
He was currently flying around in his technical, an armored Ford Courier that toted dual PKP Pecheneg machine guns. As specified before, Jaune utilized his Metal Powers to make his technical fly around. Fucking nigger.
He was doing sky donuts around the most evil of adversaries: A Bok globule that wasn't really a Bok globule, but it was a literal sentient fucking black cloud of thick dust that extended thousands of light years across, with many screaming faces of the damned embedded on it, so it's going to be called a Bok Globule because fuck you.
"FUCK YOU!" The Bok Globule hollered across millions of parsecs, its psychic signal exploding the minds and genitals of all entities. "YOU FUCKING CUNT! I WILL MANIPULATE SPACE-TIME ITSELF SO THAT WHENEVER YOU PLAY AS THE LOST IN THE BINDING OF ISAAC, YOU WILL BE FATED TO DIE WHILE FIGHTING HUSH OR DELIRIUM… ALWAYS! YOU WILL NEVER GET THOSE COMPLETION MARKS FOR GODHEAD! BITCH!"
Jaune felt a stroke coming. "YOU FUCKING FUCKER!" He bellowed, his apoplexy reaching new heights of FUCKRAGE. "I WILL FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
He rammed his technical into the Bok Globule, destroying it entirely.