Friday: Time to kill the heretics

Well, the weekend is finally here and the only thing I hate worse than dirty xenos is warp-touched traitorous heretics running around with their silly spikes and stupid pointy-toothed grins. Please, look in a mirror and tell me that worshiping the gods of Chaos has worked out for you, especially you Nurgle fanatics. What's that snapping out of your diseased ridden stomach there? Oh, it's just your intestines, complete with sentience and serrated teeth...

Hello, can you hold this for me?

Bill, my tabletop hate for you has magnified ten-fold. Repent! For tomorrow (or the near future) you die!