Testo Mutilated Mime

I'm walking slowly down the street, trying to find some piece of mind, I realize i am being followed, by a fucking mime. He starts to follow my every move, mimic my footsteps and walking style, i turn around then he looks away, and puts on this annoying smile. I laugh for myself, then approach him slowly, want to make sure he stops following me, I'm usually a nice and friendly guy, But hey, he picked the wrong fucking day. I grab him by his throat, and shout into his face, "Get a fucking life you shit, pathetic human disgrace." He doesn't seem to bother, provokes me even more, decides to do a whiny face, he should have stopped before. At 4 pm i went to lunch, at the chinese fast food place, bad day at work, i was feeling down, I wanted to get away. I got up and left the restaurant, agitation brewing deep inside, I was heading home to take a rest, but then i met that fucking mime. Threw him to the ground, and step onto his back, my rage is at its prime, say hello to a fullblown attack. I grab his legs and pull, twisting with inhuman strength, they snap and fall apart, decreasing his body length. Now he mimes no more, Now he mimes no more! Mutilated mime!