Wot the bleedin' fuck did yer just fuckin' say about me, right, yer wee bitch, eh, squire? I’ll 'ave yer know I graduated top of me class in the bloomin' Navy Seals, right, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, right, and I 'ave over 300 confirmed kills. I'm bloody well trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the bloody entire US armed forces. Yor nuffink ter me but just anuvver target. I will wipe yer the fuck out wiv precision the likes of wich 'as never been seen before on this Earff, mark me fuckin' words. Yer fink yer can cop oray wiv sayin' that shit ter me over the Internet, then, guv? Fink again, right, fucker. As we speak I'm bloody well contactin' me secret network of spies across the USA and yor IP is bein' traced right now so yer better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the paffetic wee fin' yer call yor life. Yer’re fuckin' dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, right, and I can kill yer in over seven 'undred ways, right, and that’s just wiv me bare 'ands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, right, but I 'ave access ter the entire arsenal of the bleedin' United States Marine Corps and I will use it ter its full extent ter wipe yor miserable ass off the Nanny Goat Race of the continent, right, yer wee shit. Cor blimey guv! If only yer could 'ave known wot unholy retribution yor wee “clever” comment were about ter brin' dahn upon yer, maybe yer would 'ave 'eld yor fuckin' tongue. But yer couldn’t, yer didn’t, and now yer’re payin' the chuffin' price, yer goddamn tosser. Right. I will shit fury all over yer and yer will drown in it. Yer’re fuckin' dead, kiddo.
