(QPM vainly struggles against his restraints, flailing about the room mashing into things, knocking them over and crushing them.) NNNNN!!! NNNNGGGG!! MMMMNMNMNMNNNNNN!!!!! (Alas, the metal Censor Machine that is chained to his face prevents him from expressing himself clearly. But that don't mean he ain't gonna TRY! He head-butts the computer screen, rupturing it in a horrorific explosion of flying glass, blood, and facial tissue (no, the bad, evil, gory kind.)) Please inserurs by+'vs1 ;58ughjis NO CARRIER