What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in my MW3 clan, and I’ve been involved in numerous team deathmatches on teams from all over the world, and I have over 3000000000 confirmed kills on my ktd ratio. I am trained in guerrilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US server of MW3. You are nothing to me but just another female gamer. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my -blam!-ing words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across my gaming forums and youtube and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytimebecaue my four x-boxes are always running, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my ballestic knife. Not only am I extensively trained in backstabs and grenades, but I have access to noobtubes and aerial strikes and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the x-box server, 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 -blam!-ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo. Say goodbye to your ktd.