[ Another punch, one after another, all filled with rage and his finest hate. He hated this, he HATED thinking about that Toon! Why the heck does he have to be on his mind all the damn day?! Why did they have to be so goddamn cute?! It just drove him crazy, hateful, there was too much distraction for him to even focuse on hitting the punch-bag, which had a photo of that toon on it. He didn't even care if the other Toons heard his screams. ]

-- " AGH ! YOU MOTHER FUCKER - WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE ? I HATE YOU ! "