I'm getting a rush by just imagining it.
I walk up to you, look at you in your pretty BITCH'S eyes and go JIREN.
You stare there with a confounded whore expression.
JIREN, I thunder again.>E-excuse m--
JIREN.>W-what do you w
As I forcibly push my chest out and my arms back.>L-leave a-
As you start to run with your little moelegs, I give chase with my athletic constitution.
JIREN, BOOM. JIREN, BOOM. Right on your heels.
You can't see shit anymore due to the tears clouding your vision and you trip, face first on the pavement.
I start dancing vivaciously on top of your ragdolled vessel while chanting the ToP opening but replacing every word with Jiren, peppered with an occasional "Chadgod" here and there.
When satisfied, I simply strut away with a joyful smile. You will never forget that day.