What the forget did you just loving say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target.
I will wipe you the forget out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my loving words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Internet? Think again, forgeter.
As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced 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 loving dead, kid. 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 United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little stuff. 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 loving tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will stuff fury all over you and you will drown in it.
You’re loving dead, kiddo.
What the forget did you just say to him, you little bitch? I'll have you know my friend here graduated bottom of his class in the Navy Downs, and he's been involved in zero secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and has less than one confirmed kill. He's trained in autistic warfare and is the top friend in the entire United States. You are nothing to him but another bully.
He probably won't wipe you the forget out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, so you don't need to mark his loving words. Do you think you can get away with saying that stuff to him over the internet? You don't need to think again, forgeter, because you're right.
As we speak he's at home, probably eating pizza while watching American Idol, so he should probably prepare for the storm you'll bring upon him, that little maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing he calls his life. He's loving dead, man. You can be anywhere, anytime, and can kill him in seven hundred ways, and that's just with your bare hands.
Not only is he extensively trained in avoiding combat, he has access to the entire arsenal of his fridge and will use it to the full extent so you could wipe his miserable ass off the face of the continent, what a little stuff. If only he could have known what unholy retribution his little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon him, maybe he would have held his loving tongue. But he couldn't, he didn't, and now he's paying the price, that goddamn idiot. You'll stuff fury all over him and he will drown in it.
He's loving dead, kiddo.
