Well, it all started out one day when my alarm clock woke me up with it's obnoxious beep, and I had had enough. I unplugged it, and used it as a makeshift flail to beat my dog and parents, and threw the comatose bodies in a wood chipper. I was still angered, so I ran down to the nearest farm, slaughtered the farmer with a weed whacker (it took the skin off first) and stole his combine harvester. There happened to be a nearby parade with many cripples, and children and puppies with terminal illnesses. I ran them over with the combine harvester, even the marching band. A cymbal caused the machine to get jammed, so I threw a few spare Molotov cocktails into a nearby orphanage for the terminally ill. After speeding up the inferno with jet fuel, I hijacked a GBU-31 bomber and bombed the Capitol building, but was forced to land due to running out of fuel. I still had some unbridled fury remaining, so I stole all the puppies from the nearest human society, (46 total) put them in burlap sacks, and threw them in the swimming pool at the home for the emotionally unstable. I then punched baby Jesus in the face, and retired for the day