You've been crossing the lines too many times.

If I were given a chance to do something at you,

I'd hurt you. I'd slap the bejesus out of your pretty face. I'll slash your body with a sharp blade. I'd kick the sanity out of your superficial body. I'd put poison in your drink; mercury; tetanus; tetrodotoxin and many others. I'd hang you upside down and let you drown in a tub of boiling water. Probably you'd die from the heat first and your soul would suffocate after that. Either way, you'd still die. I'd cut your tongue and burn it in a blazing hot flame. I'd burn your hair. I'd slit your throat and let the blood gush out of your sad body.

There are a million gory things that I can do to you. Sadly, it's all in my head.
Just so you know, I have emotions too.

Bitch, please stop crossing the fucking line. Put some sense in that sorry brain of your's.