No, I Don't Believe In God, But

When I Find The Motherfucker Who Tortured An Innocent Cat To Death Just To Send Us A Warning, I'm Going To Clobber Him With A Baseball Bat

But She Wished She Had Had The Guts To Go Up To Him And Say Hello. Or Possibly Break His Legs, She Wasn't Sure Which.

Consider This A Fair Warning.

You're An Entropic Chaos Factor

Her Voice Was As Rough As Sandpaper. As Long As Blomkvist Lived, He Would Never Forget Her Face As She Went On The Attack. Her Teeth Were Bared Like A Beast Of Prey. Her Eyes Were Glittering, Black As Coal. She Moved With The Lightning Speed Of A Tarantula And Seemed Totally Focus On Her Prey As She Swung The Club Again, Striking Martin In The Ribs.