I'm never unarmed. I even can't forget, confound or relocate my single most important weapon. Because it is attached between my shoulders.

And people pathetically trying to fuck around with me: Honestly, most of the times i wait patiently for them. On their way nearer to me they step in as much traps, as i want them to. And when they finally get near (because i let them) they usually are so exhausted, that it is way too easy for me to make their heads explode. But i really love the crackling sound just before a head explodes near me and got absolutely no problem getting hit with the goo inside their head that mostly consists of bullshit and snot for most my "enemies".

These are the moments, life donates to me: I smile deeply then. Most of them aren't even "enemies", they are sacrificing themselves for me voluntarily. And every of these sacrifices i do value and honor. Because actually they are giving their soul to me to make mine grow.

Any other explanation of so many people first trying and then failing in this enterprise with me is not plausible.

Honestly: I love this. So much i sometimes just do it for fun. I can keep it crackling a long, long time...