Did you really say that fucking ass-blasting thing right to my face, you little assfuck? I’ll have you know I graduated GOD TIER as soon as I fought Lord English and defeated him PERMANENTLY, I’ve been involved in on spying at TOP. SECRET. FILES. And I have over 300 confirmed kills, and that’s just with MY FUCKING BEAR HANDS. I am trained in many types of combat and I’m the top disguiser in the entire Sburb game. You are nothing to me but just another useless piece of shit that plays games all day. I will wipe you the fuck out by pushing you down an endless flight of fucking stairs, mark my fucking words. You think you can say that shit to me and fucking run away over the Internet? Think again, assfucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of children across the CCA and your MORTAL FUCKING LIFE is being found right now so you better prepare for the storm, fuckass. The storm that wipes out the tiny weak fucking thing you call your life. You’re motherfuckin’ dead, kid. I can be anywho, anywhat, anywhen, anywhere, anywhy, anyhow and I can kill you in over one thousand ways, you dickfucker. Not only am I extensively trained in rounded combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Canadian Children Army and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable dick off the face of the continent, you little fuckass. If only you could have known what satanic-fucking-retribution your little “nice” speech was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held yo’ fucking red-and-gray ass. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will grab my fucking revolver and shoot you in the crotch, in the forehead, and in the mouth. You’re fucking dead, shitbitch.