Perhaps you should get as far away as possible, before I decide to throw a nuclear bomb at you and kill you.
I hate nyan cat.
Now you are a Picasso painting.
Nyan cat is no longer in this universe. He is somewhere else.
Because it shipped itself off to Japan. To be sold as a pregnancy test.
My face has melted.
Because you were standing too close to my high-temperature nuclear reactor.
The Titanic has arrived.