What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you lizard bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Cybernetic Culture Research Unit, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the left, and I have over 300 confirmed schizophrenic episodes. I am trained in Guattari warfare and I’m the top writer in the entire Dark Enlightenment. You are nothing to me but just another Gnostic delirium. I will wipe you the fuck out with genetic baboonery, scriptures, traditions, rituals, and gerontocratic hierarchies the likes of which have never been seen before in this Pyrrhonian epoche, 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 kabbalists across the libidino-economic junk circuit and your bitcoin wallet is being traced right now so you better prepare for the essay, maggot. The essay that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your reputation. You’re fucking over, kid. I write anywhere, anytime, and I can rhetorically destroy you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my vapid, flowery prose. Not only am I extensively trained in schizoanalysis, but I have access to the entire publication network of China Intercontinental Press and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the anthropomorphically scaled, predominantly vision-configured, massively multi-slotted reality system that is obsolescing very rapidly, you little shit.

If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” copypasta was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit theory all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.