What the darn-diddily-doodily did you just say about me, you little watcharooney? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Springfield Bible College, and I've been involved in numerous secret missions in Capital City, and I have over 300 confirmed baptisms. I am trained in the Old Testament and I'm the top converter in the entire church mission group. You are nothing to me but just another heathen. I will cast you sins out the precision the likes of which has never been seen before in Heaven, mark my diddily-iddilly words. You think you can get away with saying that blasphemy to me over the internet? Think again, friendarino. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of evangelists across Springfield and your IP is being traced by God right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggorino. The storm that wipes out the diddily little thing you call your life of sin. You're going to Church, kiddily-widdily. Jesus can be anywhere, anytime, and he can turn you to the Gospel in over infinity ways, and that's just with his bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in preaching nonbelievers, but I have access to the entire dan-diddily Bible collection of the Springfield Bible College and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your sins away off the face of the continent, you diddily-doo satan-worshipper. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you from the Heavens, maybe you would have held your darn-diddily-fudgearoo tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're clean of all your sins, you widdillo-skiddily neghborino. I will sing hymns of praise all over you and you will drown in the love of Christ. You're farn-foodily-flank-fiddily rebord, kiddo-diddily.

What in Davy Jones’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ swag. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll shit fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now

What in God's name did you say about our Good Lord, son of God? I'll have you know that I graduated at the top of my class in Bible studies, and I've been that involved in numerous secret prayer services for the sick, and I have performed over 300 confirmed miracles. I am trained in extended prayer and I'm the top minister in the entire Christian faith. You are nothing to me but a child of God. I will pray for you with precision the likes of which have never been seen before on this Earth, mark my holy words. You think you can get away with speaking blasphemy over the Internet? Think again, my child. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of nuns and your IP address is being traced right now, so you better prepare for the prayer service, my child. The prayer service that wipes out the sins you've committed. You're going to go to heaven, kid. I can be anywhere at anytime, and I can pray for you in over 700 different ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I trained extensively in unarmed prayer, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Church's rosaries, and I will use it to the full extent to wipe your sins off the face of the Earth, you son of God. If only you could have known what holy retribution your "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your blasphemous tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're being prayed for, my son. I will splash holy water all over you and you will drown in it. You're going to Heaven, kiddo.

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Someday, when you find your father and resolve your daddy issues, you will realize what a twat you have been.

Let the fury of a thousand down-thumbs flow through you.

You deserve this. You did it to yourself.

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