Ah. It's a point system. That being said, I'd like to sharpen the point on my favorite chef's knife and slide it between this douche-bag's finger nails and nail-bed skin. then I'd like to take it to his scrotum and gently separate the skin from the testicles. I'll probably give him a drink or two of water since dehydration is terrible and no one deserves to feel neglected. Then I'd like to carve all the nasty things he says to me (and to his one friend) into the skin on his arms, legs, torso, ass, and face. That would pretty much cover enough skin to allow a nice, even display of crimson droplets to shower the living room carpet, but not too much. Then I can sit and watch this rain and watch him squirm, and maybe come up with some poignant poetry.
CT: The raspberry vinaigrette I made turned out delicious.