As you frolic (joyously/mindlessly - take your pick) around on the aftermath of this grossly deed, you get noticed, surrepticiously creeped on and suddenly ensnared by the dreadful (and ever watchful) Tentacular Mailbox of Doomtm.
Binded and hoisted up, feet first, you are fed, slice after slice [CLACK-CLACK-CLACK] unto the creature's guillotine maw, square bite after square bite [CLACK-CLACK-CLACK], quarter of an inch after quarter of an inch [CLACK-CLACK-CLACK], until there's nothing left of the monkey, except maybe some sad smears on the mighty mailbox [GULP-AAAaaahhh...]
But LO and BEHOLD! For your worthless self isn't (quite) sacrificed in vain, for thousand of corrupted meaty slices are sent all over the wide world, sealed and stamped letters of uncanny deceases, and thus Nurgle is pleased, and sent forth is Whory PedoSanct, to hump all of your untoward remains and bring the corruption back into the fold, which it should never have left in the first place (or second, or third even) to be pimped for eternity to some random and psychologically deviant chaos cultists.
YES. Justice. At last.