We got yer anger management right here.
Don't break anyone's heart. They only have one of those. Break their bones; that's a lot more opportunity for fun. Snap, crackle, and pop!
You've had enough. You're surrounded by idiots. The problem is between the user's keyboard and their chair. Nobody's read the effing manual. Everything you send your coworkers is apparently TL;DR. You're thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis close to Hulking Out. Honestly, the only thing stopping you is how you look shirtless with purple shorts. (Brings new meaning to "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry," huh?)
Angry meter at full (or is it an evil red eye?) on a black, 100% cotton t-shirt.