I will destroy your existence anon. I will ball your concept up, ingest it, and shit it out with the corn I ingested last night. During your trip through my digestive system, you will experience a hell only known to Jehovah God himself. As he lambastes you with psalms and words of glories, you will writhe in your own sins. The white light will penetrate your skin, infest your blood, and drag your soul to the heights of premature recognition.
I, in turn, will gain nutrients and a satisfied feeling as I hear you plop in the toilet.
Context will enjoy anon with a nice Chianti.