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 revised NCAA football draft, and I've been involved in numerous tackles for a loss, and I have over 300 confirmed sacks. I am trained in trench warfare and I'm the top pass rusher in the entire National Football League. You are nothing to me but just another quarterback. 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 Rams fans 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 hit you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my tackling. Not only am I extensively trained in sacking mobile quarterbacks, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Los Angeles Rams team and I will use them to their 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.