What the frick did you just fricking say about me, you fricking frick? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the first grade, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Dr. Eggman, and I have over 300 confirmed kills on robots. I am trained in basic math and I’m the best student in the entire second grade. You are nothing to me but just another fricking frick. I will wipe you the frick out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fricking words. You think you can get away with saying that frick to me over the Internet? Think again, fricker. As we speak I am contacting my mother and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, fricker. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fricking told on, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can beat you in over seven hundred ways in Mario, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in Mario, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the controllers released by Nintendo and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable frick off the face of Youtube, you little frick. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment about the WiiU was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fricking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you fricking frick. I will crap fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fricking told on, kiddo.
