A fan sent me a pair of killer New Rock boots and his own laptop, and I know just what to do. The heels of these boots are like daggers, and they easily puncture the hardware. I stomp hard on the laptop, loving the breaking noises it makes, especially when the screen shatters and the keyboard buttons skitter across the hard floor. I've take great pleasure in ruthless trampling.
My stupid slave never seems to learn. That fucking loser bought another expensive watch, even after I'd already totally destroyed all his previous ones. I take it out to the street and gleefully grind my killer high heel boots into it. I love the clinking and crunching noises it makes under the soles of my boots as I stomp it into submission out in public, including the stupid box.