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 law school, and I've been involved in numerous off-duty police raids on Napster John Does, and I have over 300 confirmed fines paid by little old ladies who left their router WiFi open. I am trained in imposing-sounding e-mails and I'm the top copyright claimer in the entire US film and recording industry. You are nothing to me but just another Youtube channel to get copystriked. I will deplatform 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 violation-detecting bots across the Web and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, infringer. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can subpoena anywhere, anytime, and I can take your house in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my legal briefs. Not only am I extensively trained in unmoderated negotiation, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Walt Disney Corporation and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the Internet, 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 ISP form letters all over you and you will drown in them. You're fucking dead, kiddo.