This would make me cartoonishly mad. Like my skin turning incrementally red like a rising thermometer, smoke whistling out of my ears like an old steam whistle, banging my head with a wooden mallet while simultaneously pulling my beard while stars fly out of my head, transforming into a missile and blasting off through the roof only to explode into a firework that spell out the phrase "Stalin shouldn't have stopped at Berlin" in the sky, yelling "Yaaaah-ha-ha-ha-whooy!" as I fall to the earth, leaving a me shaped hole in the ground that I promptly cover up with my rubber hose arms and hands that extend out of ground, while a tombstone springs up at the head of my grave with a loud ka-ching cash register sound, while taps plays, levels of mad.

You know what I mean?