What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Motor T School, and I've been involved in numerous gas station openings around the J-Vegas area, and I have over 300 confirmed gallons in a single gas tank. I am trained in windshield wiping and I'm the top dipstick checker in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another pedestrian. 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 the Lance Corporal Underground and nm they called me a faggot. 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 a drip pan. Not only am I extensively trained in inspecting humvees, but I have access to the entire G Street motor pool 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.