What the fuck did you just fuckin' say about me, you little cunt? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Emu Wars, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Aborigines, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in kangaroo warfare and I’m the top didgeridooer in the entire AUS armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another fuckhead. I will wipe you the cunt out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my bloody words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over my intranet? Think again, mate. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of kookaburras across AUS and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, cunt. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fuckin' dead, mate. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my dropbear hands. Not only am I extensively trained in boomerang combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Melbourne Cricket Ground and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent. Fuck off, we're full, 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 fuckin' tongue, mate. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you fuckin' mongrel. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, mate.