Well, sure, I guess, but only if I could come back through the door. I'd bring back treats (^-^) and would eventually become known as the USPS (Utopia Snack Piss Satan), by giving out edible delights so delicious, all the hate and violence in the world would melt away.

Eventually the treats would stop, as I grow old and fade into dirt. This is where savior turns to devil. The world would destroy itself trying to replicate morsels of nirvana, and only then, would my revenge be complete. Mankind ill deserves lasting snack salvation. They deserve a taste, in order to feel the unbearable agony of having had and having lost tasty tasty paradise (^_~*).