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 the Moped Navy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret rallies on Scooter Army, and I have over 300 confirmed mopeds.
I am trained in gorilla wrenching and I’m the top porter in the entire US Moped Army. You are nothing to me but just another carburator. I will jet 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 spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the seize, maggot. The seize that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your cylinder. You’re fucking smeared, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can seize you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.
Not only am I extensively trained in untooled tire changes, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Treatland and Dos Cycles and I will use it to its full extent to out-variate 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 changed your fucking seals
But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will over-bore fury all over you and you will drown in it.
You’re fucking dead, kiddo.