What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little Whimsun? I’ll have you know I climbed to the top of Mount Ebbot, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Underground, and I have over 300 confirmed spares. I am trained in monster warfare and I’m the top flirter in the entire Underground. You are nothing to me but just another friend. I will chill 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 shooting that shit at my SOUL? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of lizard hackers across the Underground and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, Moldsmal. The storm that gently pats the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking spared, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can ACT in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in skeleton dating, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Guard and I will use it to its full extent to wipe the dirt off of your armor, 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit mercy all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking spared, kiddo.