I Move Rapidly

I implode into myself and immediately begin regenerating. Someone throws a box on me. I spark up, mad. I am jumping, popping, orange and black mad now. I almost get her face. I am in a new dimension of self, my angry mode. Smacking, packling, mackling mad. I turn the box flakey, gray, and watch satisfied when I decimate it completely and it falls into my bowels. A human dumps dried oak leaves over my head. I like oak leaves; they are fun. I move rapidly, my gray clouds rise floating dangerously toward them. Someone pops a chair over me. I take my time with it, chairs are slow to start. But when they do, it's so much fun to destroy.