You are carried away by the rage. You shop here all the time and now that fucking Sigall is working here and he will make things hard for you if he can. You swing a fist across a store end cap of cold medicine making pack edges fly and smack into other products , knocking em over with a loud crash. You scream: "Sigall, you fucking fuck! I'll tear your stupid eyes out, and feed em to the Goddess damned crows!"
You step forwards howling, "Fuck your stupid wilted cunt sack of a mother for greasing you out her poxed pisshole you worm! You self fucker! You Republican!"
Gasps resound through-out the store at this last bit.