Motherearth is the body, and you, Teribus, represent a single cancerous cell that makes up the malignant neoplasm that threatens to consume our world.

You and your ilk are a dying breed. Your lizard brain is obsolete. You are nothing but a candy-ass, tough talking, pansy.

I have first hand experience with your type. Talk tough... Act tough... But when the chips are down are no where to be found. But, once the chaos settles, you always come back wearing a certain new scent of... "Je ne sais quoi"... of... I just crapped my pants cologne.

Do your self and all of us a favor... tough guy, enlist to fight in Afghanistan or Iraq, and be sure to trip an "IED".