What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little cunt? I’ll have you know I graduated 72nd in my class at Hutt Valley High, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Mr. Singh's dairy, and I have over 300000 confirmed calories. I am trained in drug manufacture and I’m the top cunt in the entire Mongrel Mob. You are nothing to me but just another asshole. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before, even in South Auckland, 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 top cunts across Taranaki and your Hilux is being stolen 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 stick. Not only am I extensively trained in hardcore parkour, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Porirua City Mongrel Mob, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of mighty Aotearoa, 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, cunt.