Imagine you’re listening to the following story:
So Ron was just standing there, and suddenly this llama comes bursting out of the brush, runs right past the whole group of us and bites Ron on the testicles. It was like the llama singled him out. I mean, Ron is a giant prick, but how would the llama know that?
Now the llama is just shaking Ron by his crotch and Ron is screeching in agony; that llama had some nasty jagged teeth. So then the llama lets go of Ron’s crotch and it turns around really quickly, so we’re all thinking it’s over and the llama’s just going to run away, but instead it kicks Ron in the face. Ron has nasty jagged teeth now too.
At this point Ron’s just lying there on the ground in a crumpled whimpering mass and the llama stands over him and pees on him. Then the llama just gallops away and back into the brush like it’s proud of itself.
Then someone exclaims, “holy shit, why is there even a llama running around in western Pennsylvania?”
The person then punctuates the story by saying, “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”
But you’re thinking to yourself: I would definitely wish that on my worst enemy; I’m kind of glad it happened to Ron. Then you giggle a bit as you imagine it happening to your worst enemy.
Then you start thinking: I wonder if I could find that llama and make it happen to my worst enemy. It can’t be that hard to find: a stray llama in western Pennsylvania. Then you start wondering why the word llama is spelled with two l’s at the beginning, but you quickly revert back to wishing a llama attack upon your worst enemy.
You could record it and put it on YouTube; that would be awesome! Now you’re starting to get a little exited at the prospect of your worst enemy being the victim of vicious llama attack.
You realize there’s almost nothing you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy.
You’d wish bad things on people who mildly annoy you. Like that time you got stuck on an elevator with that mime; no invisible wall is going to stop a kick to the face from a llama, you stupid mime. You giggle a little imaging it.
You start wondering if the whole llama thing with Ron wasn’t set-up in the first place; Ron really is a prick.
Now you’re wondering if you’re a bad person.
Then you stop wondering things, because you’ve got a llama to find.