What the heck did you just fwickin’ say about me, you wittwe whinew? I’ww have you know I gwaduated top of my cwass in the Navy Seaws, and I’ve been invowved in numewous secwet waids on Aw-Quaeda, and I have ovew 300 confiwmed kiwws.
I am twained in gowiwwa wawfawe and I’m the top snipew in the entiwe US awmed fowces. You awe nothing to me but just anothew tawget. I wiww wipe you the fwick out with pwecision the wikes of which has nevew been seen befowe on this Eawth, mawk my fwickin’ wowds. You think you can get away with saying that cwap to me ovew the Intewnet?
Think again, buddy. As we speak I am contacting my secwet netwowk of spies acwoss the USA and youw IP is being twaced wight now so you bettew pwepawe fow the stowm, buddy.
The stowm that wipes out the pathetic wittwe thing you caww youw wife. You’we fwickin dead, kid. I can be anywhewe, anytime, and I can kiww you in ovew seven hundwed ways, and that’s just with my bawe hands.
Not onwy am I extensivewy twained in unawmed combat, but I have access to the entiwe awsenaw of the United States Mawine Cowps and I wiww use it to its fuww extent to wipe youw misewabwe butt off the face of the continent, you wittwe poopy-head.
If onwy you couwd have known what unhowy wetwibution youw wittwe “cwevew” comment was about to bwing down upon you, maybe you wouwd have hewd youw stinking tongue.
But you couwdn’t, you didn’t, and now you’we paying the pwice, you big jewk. I wiww wain fuwy aww ovew you and you wiww dwown in it. You’we in fwickin’ twoubwe, mistew.