Most of our beasts are true to size, but let’s be real—fit can be a fickle bitch depending on how you want it to hit (snug like your ex’s regret or loose like your will to live). We recommend checking our size guide like your life depends on it, because we’re not here to guess your vibe. Grab the measurements, compare ‘em to your favorite shirt/hoodie/mug-holding arm, and pick what feels like victory and relentless Rated One Star chaos!

We keep it brutally simple: free returns if the product arrives damaged, defective, or we sent the wrong damn thing (because even chaos has standards). But let’s be crystal clear—every single piece is custom-printed just for your sorry ass the second you hit “order.” No mass warehouse, no returns pile, no “oops I hate it now” refunds. These are made-to-rage, one-of-a-kind weapons of disappointment. So triple-check your size, your color, your spelling, and your life choices before you click. Mess up? That’s on you, champ. We’re not your ex—we don’t take you back just because you changed your mind. If it’s not broken or wrong, it’s yours forever. Wear it. Own it. Or live with the regret. That’s the Rated One Star way. No bullshit, no mercy, no take-backs!

Once your custom-printed beast finally ships (we print on demand, so it’s not sitting in a warehouse gathering dust like your ex’s promises), printing happens local to your delivery country—no transatlantic drama, just faster rage straight to your door. Here’s the brutal truth on estimated delivery times once it ships: • USA: 3 to 10 days — local printing means no customs bullshit, but carriers still move like they’re on vacation. • Canada: 3 to 10 days — Great White North gets its own beasts; still chaos, but at least it’s domestic chaos. • UK: 4 to 10 days — local print means Brexit can’t fuck you as hard, but the island still likes to take its sweet time. • EU: 4 to 20 days — local printing helps, but customs roulette can still turn it into a hostage situation. • AUS: 4 to 12 days — long-haul vibes even with local print, but your Aussie rage will arrive eventually (probably with a side of sunburn). These are estimates, not guarantees—weather, holidays, carrier strikes, or a rogue Karen blocking the delivery truck can turn “3 days” into “whenever the fuck they feel like it.” Track your order like your life depends on it (because your rage does), and if it’s late, we’ll fight the void itself to make it right—no questions, just relentless Rated One Star chaos! Your complaint is coming. Be patient. Or don’t. Either way, we’re not sorry.