There are very intellectually illiterate people who think
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little gorlak ? I'll have you know I graduated top of my squad in the Rough Lovers, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Goblin Civs, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top axeman in the entire dwarven armed forces. 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 procedurially generated world, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of dancers across the civ and your location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot man. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. 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 steel masterwork grade weapons 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" 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 fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
What tha elf did you just elfin say bout me, you lil kobold , biatch? I be bout ta have you know I graduated top of mah squad up in tha Rough Lovers, n' I've been involved up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitload of secret raidz on Goblin Civs, n' I have over 300 confirmed kills. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' I be tha top blowgunner up in tha entire dwarven armed forces. Yo ass aint a god damn thang ta me but just another target. I'ma wipe you tha elf up wit precision tha likez of which has never been peeped before on dis procedurially generated ghetto, mark mah elfin lyrics. Yo ass be thinkin you can git away wit sayin dat shiznit ta me over tha Internet, biatch? Think again, elfer n' shiznit fo' realz fo' realz. As our phat asses drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of breakdancers across tha civ n' yo' location is bein traced right now so you betta prepare fo' tha storm, maggot man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang you call yo' game. Yo ass is elfin dead, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can be anywhere, anytime, n' I can bust a cold-ass lil cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, n' thatz just wit mah bare hands. Not only is I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo yo, but I have access ta tha entire arsenal of steel masterwork grade weapons n' I'ma use it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent, you lil shit. If only you could have known what tha fuck unholy retribution yo' lil "clever" comment was bout ta brang down upon you, maybe you would have held yo' elfin tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, n' now you payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. I'ma shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is ghon drown up in dat shit. Yo ass is elfin dead, kiddo.