What the fuck did you just fucking say about my driving skills, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in motorsport academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous races in Nürburgring, and I have over 300 confirmed race wins. I am trained in track races and I’m the top racer in the entire racing team. You are nothing to me but just another opponent. I will wipe you the fuck out with speed 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 street racers across Tokyo and your car is being detuned and riced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking lame, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can defeat you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my rusty MX-5 Miata. Not only am I extensively trained in motorsport, but I have access to the entire team of the Ferrari Scuderia and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the track, 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 tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will race against you and you will lose to me. By the way, your car is fucking weak, kiddo.