[Jitter]
I'm madder than a hatter, I'm about to split heads
Living in a building that is filled with shitheads

Fools!
They've destroyed my masterpiece!
They must die...

I swear by the Gods
Of Murder and Art
I'll take my revenge
On those who took part
I'll make them pay
In a crafty way
I'll kill them
And coat them
With papier-mâché

I know they say
I'm no Monet
Que será, que Seurat
A-what the hey...

[The sound of a shrieking factory whistle]

The doorbell!
Go away!