Every time I see even a tiny peek of the smooth lines, basic coloring, and simple features of Umaru-chan, my brain instantly sends a signal to flood my body with adrenaline. The veins on my arms and temples protrude, I begin to shake with rage. My face is quivering in a snarl, my head and neck are held over my keyboard like I'm some sort of fat, featherless vulture. But no carrion sits before me, only a screen showing a chibi anime in a bear hoodie. A gurgling growl involuntarily escapes my open mouth. I force through the phlegm, turning it into a roar as my face reddens and my entire body shakes even more violently. I'm screaming now, screaming at the anime. How dare anyone create this monstrosity. God could not have foreseen such degenerate trash ever appearing in this world, yet here it is in front of me. I want to destroy everything around me. Everything will burn.