That awkward moment when some one I hate is still breathing.

Add four drops to his drink and you will have earned yourself a super sparkly day.

I'll scratch your ass off and suck out your eyeballs and eat your liver then rip out your heart because I'm baaaaaad!

 
He's persona non gratis.  The metamorphosis of cool.

 "Let us turn on the post-trauma make believe" said the pseudosophisticated glamorous moon.