What could you tell me, little bitch? I will let you know that I graduated from my class in Navy Seals, and I participated in many secret raids on Al-Quaeda and I have more than 300 confirmed killings. I am trained in the gorilla warfare and I am the greatest sniper of all the American armed forces. You are nothing to me but for another target. I’ll wipe you with a precision we’ve never seen earlier on this Earth, marks my fucking words. You think you can stop telling me this shit on the Internet? Think again, fucker. When we talk, I contact my secret network of spies across the US and your IP address will prepare you now for the storm while flying. The storm that erases the pathetic little thing you call your life. You are a prostitute, a child. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in more than seven hundred ways, and these are just my bare hands. Not only am I trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the full arsenal of the US Marine Corps and I will use it to the full extent to eliminate your miserable hill from the continent, thank you. If only you could know what an unholy reward, your little “intelligent” comment would warm you up, maybe you would have taken your fucking tongue. But you could not, you did not do it, and now you’re paying the price, you’re an idiot. I will rage you and you will drown. You’re dead, kiddo.