What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla [sic] warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US 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 Earth, 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 spies across the USA and your IP 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, 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 the United States Marine Corps 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.
I donít give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. Iíll put you in so much fucking pain that itíll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I donít give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. Iíll fucking show up at your house when you arenít home. Iíll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. Youíre going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and youíll have a fucking heart attack. Youíll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing youíll see when youíre being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. Youíll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home Iíll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how Iíd rather go to a great fucking length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. Itís too late to save yourself, but donít bother committing suicide eitherÖ Iíll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you.
All you motherfuckers are going to pay! You are the ones who are the ball lickers! We're gonna fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little whiny bitches! Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax fucks who is making the movie, we're gonna make them eat our shit, then shit out our shit, and then eat their shit that's made up of our shit that we made them eat. Then you're all you motherfucks are next! Love, Jay and Silent Bob.