What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little goblin? I'll have you know I graduated the only one of my class in Burglar's training, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on ancient ruins, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in goblin warfare and I'm the top sling-user in the entire Adventurer's Guild. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me through cave echoes? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of emissaries across the realms and your nest 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 fucking dead, gob. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the town's blacksmith and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" mocking laugh 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 fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, gobbo.