Ire

Somewhere in the deepest pit of the cavernous system that is the mind of the human body that this creature has been cursed to dwell in lies a creation of unfathomable proportions. Lying and waiting in a space with no space for a life devoid of all life in a space that is seldom occupied but by minuscular creatures that pretend to think highly of themselves and their ethereal existences.

In the space in which the creature and its body dwell there are many ways to waste time and create pestilence while doing absolutely nothing productive, and in such spaces the creature thrives with joy as the incapacitation of its current body becomes apparent as the creature is able to breathe and vomit rivers of blood. The place in which these bacterial ideas lies happens to be one of a series of refuges the creature has found in order to properly spread vomitive notions of waste and mayhem that affect no-one and aggravate humans by the dozen.

Were you, as a human, offended or entertained by any said notion, you may proceed to do whatever suits your nature the best; the creature will probably care enough as to ignore any reaction whatever it may look like.