Lord of Chaos

How evil are you?
A pervasive and palpable evil. A thick demonic stench that rolls over you and clings like hot black tar, a nightmare from which you cannot awaken, a nameless fear that lives in the dark spaces beyond your peripheral vision and drives you toward inhuman cruelties and unspeakable perversions. I see your bloated, pustulent bodies twisting from one obscene form to another, giant spider-shaped and ravenous wolf-headed creatures who feast upon the flesh of the innocent and suck the marrow from the bones of the poor.
His mother said 'He doesn't have an evil bone in his body.' No, he has them in a bloody biscuit tin under his bunk.
Far from hiding my evil, I have transferred it, Spock's Brain-like, into designs in my shop which may accompany you on any nefarious activities.