What the forget did you just loving say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know that my name is not important, and I just forgetin' hate this world, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in cold, bitter hatred and I always wanted to die violently. You are nothing to me but just another target. This is the time of vengeance and I will put you the forget in the grave 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 it's time for me to kill, and it's time for me to die, my genocide crusade begins here so you better prepare for the storm, worm. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re loving dead, human scum. 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 my genocide crusade and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass from inside your home, surrounded by your possessions you've gathered your whole life, you little stuff. If only you could have known that you were so weak, so fragile. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will destroy everything you own, and everything you are. You’re loving dead, worm.
