Reflex Response.

We were in the drive thru. They'd fucked something up, but were sorting it out. Someone leant on his horn behind us. My reflex response?
"Fuck off you fucking sad act cunt. I hope your food gives you massive heartburn, and you end the night shivering and weeping on your bathroom floor, praying for death. You could call your girlfriend, but she's busy, fucking your brother." Too much?