Whit the fuck did ye jus’ feckin’ say abit me, ya wee bit o’ seevy? I’ll huv ye ken ah graduated top uv ma class in tha’ Navy Seals and ah’v bin invuilvit in nummerus secret raidz on Al-Quaeda and ah’ve ower 300 confirmed killz. Ah am trainit in gorilla warfare and ah’m tha’ top sniper in tha’ entire US airmit forces. Ye are nothin’ tae me bit jus’ annither target. Ah will wipe ye the fuck oot wi’ precision tha likes uv whot his never been seen afore on thiz Earth, mark ma feckin’ words. Ye think ye can get wey wi sayin’ thot shit tae ome o’er tha’ internet? Think again, fecker. As we speak ah ur contacting ma secret network uv spies across tha states and yur IP is bein’ traced richt noo so ye better prepair fur tha storm, maggit. Tha storm thot wipez oot tha pathetic wee thing ye call yur life. Ye’re feckin’ deid, wean. Ah can be anywhere, onytime, ah kin kill ye in ower sevin’ hundred weyz, and thot’s jus’ wi’ ma bare haunz. Not only am ah extensively trainit in unairmitd combat, bit ah’v access tae tha entire arsenal uv tha Unitit States Marine Corps and ah will uze it tae its full extent tae wipe yur miserable arse aff tha face uv th’ continent, ye wee shit. If only ye cid huv knoon whit unholy retribution yur wee “clever” comment wis aboot tae bring doon upon ye, maybe ye wid huv heldyur feckin’ tongue. But ye couldnae, ye dinnae adn noo yer payin’ tha price, ya feckin’ eejit. I will shite fury all ower ye and ye’ll drown in it. Ye’re feckin’ deid, kid. Submit‍‍