Ploppers!

What the fork did you just fricking say about me, you little bench? 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 pewpews. 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 flip out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fudging words. You think you can get away with saying that spit to me over the Internet? Think again, fuddler. 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, misanthrope. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your “life”. You’re finking done, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can booboo 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 bumbum off the face of the continent, you little shirt. 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 franken tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goshdarned silly. I will poop fury all over you and you will swim in it. You’re fully dumped, kiddo.

fuck yeah!

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

You frickin frick

Heckin peepee

You flipping turnip!

You have my word.