What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little brit? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the IRA, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Ulsters, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I was trained in the Troubles and I’m the top sniper in the entire Irish Republican Army. You are nothing to me but just another brit. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Island, 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 terrorists across Ireland and the UK and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, brit. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call Britain. You’re fucking dead, brit. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the IRA 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 uncatholic retribution your little “Protestant” 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 brit. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, brit.