What the fuck did you just fucking say about persian markets, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Jewish Commerce Corps., and I’ve been involved in numerous bargaining raids on blasphemous, pale-ass, women and children who slave at mega-mall McDonalds for their one trip to the orient and I have made over 300 confirmed SMOKIN’ HOT deals. I am trained in UNfair trade and we are the top artisans in the entire of mesopotamia AND the fricken levant. You are nothing to us but just another target. We will swipe your cash with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on your greasy continent, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit about us over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak we are weaving coded messages into rugs being distributed by a secret network of craftsmen across the known world and your thread type, dye, pattern and weave is being traced right now so you better prepare for the desert storm, un-believing cracker. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, Justice_Network. We can be anywhere, anytime, ESPECIALLY the U.S.(infedels thought they COULD BAN OUR HOT DEALS??!?!?), no, billy mays is in fact an persian man in deep cover and our telemarketing covert operators can swindle you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just through the QVC channel, long-range into your salsa-crusted arm-chair. Not only am I extensively trained in conversational bargaining and gab, but I have access to the entire Corps of 3rd World Sick and Ailing Beggars and I will use it to its full extent to bankrupt your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you charitable little goat hater. If only you could have known what holy 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 oriental price, you goddamn idiot. Suck butter from my ass’s ass and drown in it. I’ll make handcrafted sarma with you and 18 generations of your family’s foreskin, then sell it at the bazaar you mock. You’re dead, drippy head, looks like you need a towel on there.