GOOD! GREAT EVEN! I DON’T REMEMBER ASKING YOUR OPINION.

BUT THAT’S EXACTLY THE POINT: I HOPE YOUR EYES BURN — BURN! —  AND THEN BECOME SO BADLY INFECTED THAT YOUR EYE SOCKETS TURN INTO TWO MASSIVE PUS-CRATERS EMITTING A FETID ODOR SO INEXPLICABLY FOUL THAT ANYONE IN SPITTING DISTANCE OF YOUR DECAYING HEAD  IS FORCED TO SPEW THE CONTENTS OF THEIR STOMACH ONTO THE SAD REMNANTS OF YOUR FACE.