Justin Beiber? You have sunken so far into the depths of depravity and poor taste that even I, in my lifelong pursuit of setting the world straight on all things perverse and wrong on multiple levels, cannot possibly budge you from your throne, in spite of its porcelain construction. I can't imagine the horrors the inhabitants (by which I mean, the psychiatric staff, not the patients) of your universe must endure in their fruitless attempts to rehabilitate you and reform you into a productive member of society. Next thing you know, you'll have them all drinking Milwaukee's Best beer and eating freshly microwaved Hot Pockets in the cafeteria while you perform erotic dances for the inmates. I shudder to think of the effect you and I might have on the human condition if our plans for world dominance ever come to fruition. Luckily, I don't think either of us can stay sober for long enough to see it through.
There's a special place in Hell for us, my friend, and things will get pretty hot if we don't get our "Impeach Satan" campaign off to a good start.
