They took down all of my illegal pictures finally.

...

But I must rage.

They shall suffer the full extent of my pasty-ginger fury.

My wrath would be like a crucible of torment upon them.

Only once my fury has subsided, and their wretched form is driven before me, torn and battered by my ebbing hatred.

And, once they have sufficiently begged for my forgiveness, would I entertain their sordid pleas for a quick and merciful death.

For Lady Justice, in here infinte wisdom, would at last ordain what must be done.

As her will would be wrought by my hand.

And with great resolve would I take the sword of Themis.

And lay into my miserable foe. Their wine red blood, a shimmering pool at my feet, reflecting the pale white light of my conviction.

And at last, their anguishing visage, severed forever from this mortal coil, would crumble into oblivion.

Then I would shout unto the blackening heavens.

"Fuck you, FA..!"

"You, who in your vain notions of duty and false prestige, took from me my dearest companions."

"Che Colbert."

"Human Baby/Alien."

"Cosbynometry."

"What is Beauty?"

(Next time I'll just Photoshop some pornography onto it, that should satisfy their terms and conditions.)