Misium And Julia Sitting In A Tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G

Oh Julia, I know that this is unexpected,
but it seems the time has come to tell you how I feel.
And when all my words have been spoken,
I hope that you will understand my heart.

When I pass you in the halls each day,
my rage is only flared slightly.
It seems of all the people I have come across,
it is you whom I hate the least.

When I look upon your face,
I am not immediately repulsed.
It is true, I must speak highly,
though you look only marginally better than a bantha's rectum.

Though your voice is grating,
I feel as though I could endure it for 2, maybe even 3 minutes.
And though your scent is putrid,
it's better than tauntaun innards, at least.

All of these things add up to mean
that you're a very special girl.
And so when the time finally comes for me to exterminate all sentient life,
I think I'll kill you last, and only torture you a little bit.