D: My hate is better than your hate.
T: Well, I love your hate
But I love mine more.
D: It’s in the eye of the beholder.
T: Poke out the eye of the beholder.
D: Poke out your own. Oedipus
hated himself beautifully.
T: Blow up the beholder.
D: Hold that thought close.
T: Who’s Oedipus? Sounds
like an illegal immigrant.
D: A pawn of the Gods.
T: Gods? That’s blasphemy
or political correctness.
My hate is my God.
D: My god is Hate.
We have something
in common after all.
T: After all
is said and done, however,
my hate is the best
hate can be.
D: Can that be?
Your hate lacks beauty.
Your hate is too narrow.
T: My hate’s wide enough
to ensnare the innocent.
D: My hate knows no innocence.
T: My hate will incite
the next global war.
There will be not one
Hitler but thousands.
D: My god will trounce you.
T: My God hates you
and your god.
You don’t have a chance.
D: You can’t back me
into a corner.
I hate you too much
to be surrounded.
T: Now we’re getting somewhere.