There's a guy we all hate who keeps stopping by the house. I'd like to think when I say "we all" in that sentence I mean "all of us sentient beings on this planet, including the dolphins." All I can really vouch for though, is "all of us who live in this house," and that includes Troll, who's not actually sentient anyway.
But the point is, we hate him, and he keeps coming over. He'll actually drive around the neighborhood for an hour or two at a time, waiting for one of our cars to be in the driveway. Then he knocks on the door. If we ignore that he knocks on our backdoor, and/or tries to peer in our windows. He occasionally has his uses, so we haven't killed him yet.

Today at work the machines I was chimping around kept breaking and jamming. For a while I was REALLY pissed off. I was actually so mad that I was hoping the boring sack of crap actually would be at our house when I got home. I wanted to vent. Here's how I imagined that conversation would have gone, had he been here (My words are in light grey, cuz it's my page; His are in yellow, cuz he's a tool) :

Hey, what are you doing?

Just thinking. Do you know what'd be really great?

What?

Your death.

Haha- Huh?

Your death, you know, the end of your life. That hopefully painful part right at the end. The part when you die. That'd be great.

Umm.... haha? Are you, uh...

Heehee, woooo! Just kidding. Want to know what I'm really looking forward to though?

Oh! Hahahahhahahahaha. Good one. What're you looking forward to?

The inevitable heat-failure of the universe, when entropy drains all the movement and thermal variation out of the galaxies.

Cool. Yeah, that's cool.

Yep. Because you'll be dead.