It seems you failed to understand that I am 30 leagues above you when I replied to your tweet sir. Must I remind you the sheer embarrassment I could drown you in if you mock my supreme power and prestige? That’s what I thought you little plebiscite popcorn kernel.

Haha now who else wants to tussle with the maxed stats twitter deity? Oh, you sir, did you know I am verified? No? Okay looks like I’m going to have to kidnap your family and burn your house down tonight… dumbass

You, mr cashier, give me all the money in the register right now. Why? Because I’m verified on Twitter, give it and your family will be safe. That’s what I thought dork. Hand it all over. Oh you’re gonna call the cops?

Bam! I just followed each one of those cops on twitter. They won’t listen to you you little register pleb unmarked fool.

By the way, don’t try to piss me off or I WILL report your account to twitter and then guess what? I will tell the OWNER of twitter to not only delete your account but to DELETE YOU. You think you’re safe? You think you’re cool and quirky arguing with me? To stand against me is like a twig trying to push down a mountain

Only I’m the mountain that will sit on and roll over your ass if you even attempt to cross my path.

What’s that? You don’t understand why being verified makes me above you? Let me tell you why. I have the nuclear launch codes, bitch. I have the president of the free world come to me for erotic role play through my dm’s, bitch. I can shutdown your store just by saying it smells funny, bitch. I can literally tweet “Yes” and get on trending, bitch. I have been invited to join the Illuminati multiple times AND the Justice League, bitch. I know what the last digit of Pi is you fucker. I’ve seen what the fuck happened before the Big Bang. I know whether we are alone or not in this universe. You don’t want to get entangled with my associates, bitch. We could easily take you out and have no one asking questions afterwards.

How? Because I’m fucking verified on Twitter, bitch!