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What the fuck did you just fucking 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 fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. 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 fucking 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 shit. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.


What hast thou confronteth me with, thou knave? Be informed that my knighthood is ordained by the King himself, and I have fought many a battle and jousted in over 300 tournaments. My lance doth pierceth any foe and my castle is unassailable. Thou striketh me as a bounder. I shall ride thee down and take thy life with no remorse, for thy name and lineage is of no consequence. Dost thou thinketh that the internet renders thine words beyond reproach? Reconsider, uncouth lout. At the time of our quarrel, I have sent heralds across the USA and thy IP is being tracketh, so thou best prepareth for unpleasantries, plebian. I shall torch thy farmstead and haveth my way with thy wife. Thy life is forfeit. My reach is global, my piety unshakable, and my steed tireless. I can flay thee in seven hundred ways, and this without the use of my longsword or flail. I am not merely a well-trained knight but I have also at my command six squires and two score peasant levymen with whom I shall expel thy offensive hindquarters from these lands, thou cur. Hath thou only known what holy retribution thy imprudent quip would invoke, thou hath forsooth remained prostrate in my presence. But thou could not, could thou, and with my lordly might I shall smite thee harshly. Once I am done with thee, my squire will wringeth mine britches onto thy head. Prepare to meet thy maker.

C'est quoi ce bordel que tu viens de dire à propos de moi putain, petite salope? Je vais devoir vous le savez j'ai obtenu mon diplôme tête de ma classe dans les Navy Seals, et j'ai participé à de nombreux raids secrets sur Al-Qaïda, et je n'ai plus de 300 victoires confirmées. Je suis formé en gorille guerre et je suis le meilleur tireur d'élite dans l'ensemble des forces armées américaines. Tu n'es rien pour moi, mais juste une autre cible. Je vais vous essuyez la baise avec précision les goûts de ce qui n'a jamais été vu avant sur cette Terre, croyez-moi putain. Vous pensez que vous pouvez s'en tirer en disant que merde pour moi sur Internet? Détrompez-vous, connard. Alors que nous parlons, je suis avec mon réseau secret d'espionnage à travers les USA et votre adresse IP est tracée dès maintenant afin de mieux vous préparer à la tempête, asticot. La tempête qui efface la chose pathétique peu que vous appelez votre vie. Tu te fous morts, gamin. Je peux être n'importe où, n'importe quand, et je peux vous tuer plus de sept cent façons, et c'est seulement avec mes mains nues. Non seulement je suis une formation poussée en combat à mains nues, mais j'ai accès à tout l'arsenal de l'United States Marine Corps et je vais l'utiliser à sa pleine mesure pour essuyer le cul misérable de la surface du continent, petite merde. Si seulement vous pouviez savoir ce châtiment impie votre petit "intelligent" commentaire s'apprêtait à faire tomber sur vous, peut-être que vous auriez tenu votre langue putain. Mais vous ne pouvez pas, vous n'avez pas, et vous êtes maintenant en payer le prix, idiot putain. Je le ferai fureur merde partout sur toi et vous noyer dans celui-ci. T'es mort, gamin.

Was zum Teufel hast du gerade bumsen über mich sagen, du kleine Schlampe? Ich lasse Sie wissen, absolvierte ich oben auf meiner Klasse in den Navy Seals, und ich habe in zahlreichen geheimen Angriffe auf Al-Qaida beteiligt war, und ich habe mehr als 300 bestätigte Abschüsse. Ich interessiere mich für Gorilla Warfare trainiert und ich bin der Top-Scharfschützen in den gesamten US-Streitkräfte. Sie sind nichts für mich, sondern nur ein weiteres Ziel. Ich werde Sie wischen the fuck out mit Präzision die gerne von denen nie zuvor auf dieser Erde zu sehen, markieren Sie meinen verdammten Worte. Du denkst, du kannst mit diesen Scheiß sagen, mir über das Internet? Denken Sie noch einmal, Wichser. Während wir hier sprechen Ich wende mich an meine geheime Netzwerk von Spionen in den USA und deine IP wird jetzt, so dass Sie für den Sturm, Maden besser vorbereiten zurückzuführen. Der Sturm, der löscht die armselige kleine Sache, die Sie Ihr Leben rufen. Sie sehen verdammt tot, Junge. Ich kann überall, jederzeit, und ich kann Ihnen in über 700 Arten zu töten, und das ist nur mit meinen bloßen Händen. Ich bin nicht nur ausgiebig in unbewaffneten Kampf trainiert, aber ich habe Zugriff auf das gesamte Arsenal des United States Marine Corps und ich werde es in vollem Umfang benutzen, um Ihre elenden Esel aus dem Gesicht des Kontinents, du kleiner Scheißer zu wischen. Wenn nur Sie wissen können, was deine kleine unheilige Vergeltung “clever” Kommentar über zu stürzen auf euch haben war, vielleicht würden Sie Ihre verdammte Zunge gehalten haben. Aber man konnte nicht, hast du nicht, und jetzt bist du zahlen den Preis, ihr verfluchten Idioten. Ich will Scheiße Wut alle über euch und ihr werdet darin ertrinken. Sie sehen verdammt tot, Kleiner.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about my gear, you little n00b? I’ll have you know I am a lvl 90 Undead Arcane Mage, and I’ve won so many PVP matches, and I have done raids on every 10 man heroic dungeon. I also have a fuckton of macros and I have a GS of 10K. You are nothing to me but just a lvl 12 gnome hunter. I will pwn the fuck out of you with Arcane Missiles the likes of which has never been seen before on Azeroth AND Outland, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over raid? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my guild of mages and shamans across The Eastern Kingdoms and your character is being targeted right now so you better prepare for the ownage, n00b. The Arcane Barrage that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your character. You’re fucking pwn’d, n00b. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my secondary talent tree. Not only am I extensively trained in Arcane magic, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Fire magic and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable neckbeard off the face of Azeroth, you little faggot. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re getting debuffed, you goddamnn00b. I will shit Dragon’s Breath all over you and you will burn in it. You’re fucking pwn’d, faggot.

What in Davy Jones’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ swag. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll shit fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now.


What outcry have you uttered about my person, you oafish brute? I shall cordially remind you that I was the best scholar in my law class in Oxford, and I have been involved in several frivolous tea parties and courtroom disputes, and I have over 300 boxes of Earl Grey. I am proficient in the Simian school of diplomacy and I am the top linguist in my book club. Know that you resemble nothing in my eyes save for yet another uncultured mind. I will hasten your undisputed expiration of the world with grace and finesse. The thought that you can retreat after jesting of such matters over the internet is laughable. As of this moment, I am telephoning a mutual friend to negotiate a swift and sure rebuttal to your argument so I would implore you to prepare yourself for the upcoming verbal deluge. The deluge that will no doubt saturate your life with discomfort. You are well and truly wrong, my good sir. My abilities of travel are unmatched, and I can recite over 700 lines from Shakespeare, and that is just from Hamlet. The amount of knowledge that I have accrued is vast, and I shall use it to firmly state my authority on such matters, you rapscallion. Truly, I wished you had some semblance of knowledge on the matter you have brought up and its repercussions. Alas, you did not, and now you will suffer a fate most dire, you plebian. I shall defecate concentrated dislike upon you and you shall struggle to survive in its waters. Pistols at dawn, old boy.


What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you mutie bastard? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the United States Secret Service, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Brotherhood of Steel and the NCR, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in top of the line energy weapons and I’m the top sniper in the entire Enclave armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth before or after the war, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Enclave network? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the wasteland 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 fucking dead, mutie. 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 Enclave Army and Air Force and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, mutie.


What the fuck did you just say about me, you hot stud? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in dancing, and I’ve been involved in numerous shows on Broadway, and I have over 300 standing ovations. I am trained in ballet and I’m the top dancer in show business. You are nothing to me but just another cock to suck. I will drain your balls the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in your bedroom, and swallow every bit of it. You think you can get away with teasing and tantalizing me over the Internet? Think again, my fuck toy. As we speak I am contacting my friends at Club Rainbow and your IP is being traced right now so you better lube and prepare to be sexed up, girlfriend. I am the storm that drains the massive thing you call your cock. You’re fucking hot, stud. I can do anything, anytime, and I can take it in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my asshole and mouth. Not only am I extensively trained in the gay kama sutra, but I have access to an entire arsenal of sex toys and I will use it to its full extent to repeatedly bring you to orgasm and make you my slut. If only you could have known what torrent of passion your little “flirting” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have said it much earlier. But you didn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re in for an unbelievable time, you hot stud. I will spray your cum all over myself and then drown in it. You’re fucking mine, fuck-slave.


What the flip did thee just flipping gabble about me, thou miniscule bitch? I’ll have thee know I bested the most prestigious jousting class in the whole of Camelot, and I hath been involved in numerous secret marches on behalf of his Majesty, King Arthur, and I hath over 300 confirmed victories on horseback. I am trained in the art of Guerrilla warfare and I am indeed the highest ranking joustee in the entire land of Great Britannia. Thou art nothing to me but another false crossbearer. I will joust thine shambles with precision the likes of which hath never been observed in the King’s lands, mark my flipping words! Thou think thou can escape retribution by shouting that hogwash at me from afar? I implore thee to think again, peasant. As we converse I am contacting my secretive network of knights across the realm and thine footsteps are being traced right now, so thou best prepare thineself for the storm, pig-maggot! The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing thou call your armour. Thou art a flipping dead man. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill thee in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare lance. Not only am I extensively trained in mounted combat, but I hath access to the entire arsenal of the Kings Royal Army, and I shall use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable derriere off the face of the realm, thou miniscule faeces. If only thou could have foreseen what unholy retribution your little “clever” challenge was about to bring down upon thee, maybe thou would have held thy flipping tongue. But thou couldn’t, thou didn’t, and now thou art paying the price, you goddamn fool. I shall shit fury all over thine britches and thee will drown in it. Thou art flipping dead, child.


I say, what the devil did you just audaciously proclaim about my well-being, you trollop? I shall inform you that I have graduated top of my class at the Gentleman's Academy of Sophisticated Persons, and have been involved in numerous endeavors with the Ruffians down the street from my abode; might I also add that I've accumulated over 300 pieces of antique furniture? I am educated in fine dining and high class catering and I'm the top Victorian era furniture appraiser in the entire high society. You are naught to me but a simple, uncouth brute. I shall embarrass the dickens out of you with class the likes of which has never been witnessed before on this humble planet, I solemnly promise. You assume you can disrespect my image on the internet? Think again, savage. As we speak I am contacting my diligent secretary to arrange a brunch together at the finest coffee shop in town, so you had better prepare a fetching enough outfit to compete with my immaculate attire, barbarian. The brunch that sends you packing back to the countryside. You will be inevitably defeated, heathen. I can be booked at any appointment, any hour, and I can educate you in over seven hundred cultures, and that's just with the literary selection in my guest lobby. Not only am I extensively fluent in in several languages, I have access to the entire Giorgio Armani fall collection and I will flaunt its finely tailored mastery to outshine your drab, common appearance off the face of humanity, you slob. If only you had foreseen the kind of comeuppance your inflammatory "insignificant" comment was bound to earn you, perhaps you would have tempered your words. But you insisted, and now I will teach you manners and grace and you will learn dignity and poise, yet. Consider yourself in etiquette school, peasant.

What the Heaven did you just fucking sage about me, you little newfag? I’ll have you know I've been on this website since before it went to shit, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Habbo Hotel, and I have over 300 confirmed tri-forces. I am trained in trollol warfare and I’m the top hacker in the entire hacking group Anonymous. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with DDoS attacks the magnitude of which have never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, newfag. As we speak I am contacting my secret legion of hackers across the earth and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, faggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking DDoS'd, kid. I can hack anywhere, anytime, and I can wipe your hard drive in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my basic UNIX skills. Not only am I extensively trained in UNIX and network/IT, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the hacking group Anonymous and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will fill your computer up with CP and contact the FBI, and photoshop you having sex with toddlers and send them to your family members until your pockets are filled with sphaghetti. We are legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. We are anonymous. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

What the fuck did you just fucking type about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at MIT, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids with Anonymous, and I have over 300 confirmed DDoSes. I am trained in online trolling and I’m the top hacker in the entire world. You are nothing to me but just another virus host. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the Internet, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with typing that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we chat over IRC I am tracing your IP with my damn bare hands so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your computer. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hack into your files in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my basic toolkit. Not only am I extensively trained in hacking, but I have access to the entire arsenal of every piece of malware ever created and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the world wide web, you little shit. 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 fucking fingers. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit code all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.