What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the carpentry school, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on wood blocks, and I have over 300 confirmed drills.

I am trained in go-drill-a warfare and I’m the top driller in the entire US carpenter’s union. You are nothing to me but just another drill hole. I will drill you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.

You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of carpenters across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the drill, maggot. The drill that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can drill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my two speed drill.

Not only am I extensively trained in drilling, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Carpenter’s union and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking wood.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will drill a hole in you and you will die.

You’re fucking dead, kiddo.