[UNSTABLE] Everything goes pink. You can't see a foot in front of you. All you can see is a pink, swirling haze and the CEO right in front of you.
[???TABLE] You never felt so calm in your life. Everything has finally clicked into place.
[??????LE] Violence isn't the answer here. It's the question.
[ERROR!!!] And you already know the answer.

Your hand latches around Liam's throat. His throat squirms and slithers in your hand. It reminds you of when you picked up a worm as a kid. You stare down at the sniveling excuse of a CEO. This thing, this husk of a vessel, it disgusts you.

"I have my FAMILY now. King of ash, you know nothing of what I have or what I'll become. Your words are hollow-"
"S-save the fucking monologue for someone who cares."

So you do.

You roughly toss him back to the ground. You telekinetically yank out your FLINTLOCK PISTOL and, with your last round, you blow out his one good eye. Ocular fluid splatters across your face and his screaming fills your ears but all of it elicits nothing in your mind.
You smash the butt of your FEDKILLER against his jaw. Then again. Then again. Every strike distorts his clay soft jaw until the lower half of his face is completely obliterated. His tongue loosely flops out of his mouth. He gurgles out one last venomous jab, "SEE YOU SOON!"

You press the barrel of your shotgun against his forehead. You slam the trigger HARD. An eruption of fireworks blows out of the back of his desiccated head. Drool pours out of your mouth - It's such a beautiful, delicious sight. You need to see more of this.
Your antlers burn with pink light as you levitate the corpse of the CEO into the air. As easily as ripping apart tissue paper, you rip the half by pulling HARD on his midsection.

The only thing connecting his two halves together is his intestines. You then move to rip his arms off. POP! POP! Then his legs. CRACK, CRACK!

Oh, why the hell not, let's pop his head off! Not like it's doing him any good!
SQULECH!

Five detached limbs and two halves of his torso float in the air now. As your last act of spite, you slam the limbs down onto the ground. They splatter like blood-filled water balloons. Your outfit is drenched in another layer of human mess. You want to keep doing this-

You feel someone shaking your shoulder.
The pink haze fades away. You're now back in reality - Somewhat. You still feel like everything's swimming, like you're not really yourself anymore, but you're a bit more aware of what's going on.

Oh. You might've thrown those chunks a bit too hard. The only identifiable part of his body left is the two halves of his torso and some of his head. The rest is meat paste that sticks to the floor. You collect the head and torso chunks for, uh, trophy reasons.

You can feel a dozen pairs of eyes staring at you with equal measures of concern, pride and fear. You don't care, though, you feel...

You feel great. Everything was worth it in the end.
Wait - Shit, the nuke!