You resemble a rotten banana so much that Albert Einstein couldn't tell you weren't one. People in the supermarket noticed how bad you smelled, and as they smelled you, they melted into a puddle. When you looked in the mirror, it shattered and began to burn. When Satan saw you, he turned to ash. I hope you trip over a lego while going to the bathroom at 2 a.m. You filthy heap of rotten banana peels. Because you are a banana, a banana is a berry, and you are trash, I could call you a trash berry. I hope you twist your ankle and fall down the stairs onto a pile of shattered glass. You stinking pile of garbage. You smell and look like a rotten banana peel, so you were thrown in the trash and thrown in the dumpster. Just kidding, you already live in the dumpster, you steaming pile of trashy rotten banana peels covered in flies. You enjoy eating a mouldy banana peel sandwich that is covered in vomit and garbage. Just kidding, you are the mouldy banana peel sandwich, you stinky sand-trash. You have such a foul odour that not even a dung bug would venture within 2 miles of you. If you try to find a girlfriend, the only thing they'd want between you and her is a 50-meter-thick wall armed with guns aimed at your head. When you took a selfie, your phone snapped in half, you big banana peel made of garbage from the universe's worst-smelling dumpster, you yellow toilet made of mouldy trashy banana peels that smell so bad that everyone in a 5000 light-year radius melts into a puddle and dies.