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don’t give a **** who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your ******* life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much ******* pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a ******* back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a **** how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many ******* guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll ******* show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll 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. You’re going to start stressing the **** out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a ******* heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re 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. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my ******* car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could ******* destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great ****** length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing ******* hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll ******* resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you
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 **** fury all over ye and ye'll drown in the depths o' it. You're fish food now
What the **** did you just ******* say about me, you little loser? I'll have you know I beat the Elite Four and became the champion, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Unova, and I have over 300 PokeDex entries. I am trained in Pokemon catching and I'm the top Pokemon master in the entire Kanto region. You are nothing to me but just another zubat in a cave. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ******* words. You think you can get away with saying that **** to me over the PokeNav? Think again, loser! As we speak I am contacting my secret network of trainers across the Kanto Region and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, loser. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're ******* dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred different ways. And that's just with my girth. Not only am I extensively trained in Pokemon training, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Pokemon in my Gramps' lab and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the region, you little ****. 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 ******* tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn loser. I will **** fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're ******* dead, Ashy-boy.
Hey you shut the **** up.
Haha anon thinks he matters
Shut up anon, and contribute some more. Faggot.
Do you even lift faggot?
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