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 sorc corp (pronounced like its spelled fuckwit), and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on sanctuary, and I have over 300 paragon points. I am trained in logout macros and I'm the top icicle blaster in the entire Nephalem 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 diabolical 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 linguists across the greater rifts and your magical tome is being traced right now so you better prepare for the lightning storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can teleport anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my staff and wizard hat. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Ultima Magi Council (figure it out) 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 hydras all over you and you will drown in them. You're fucking dead, kiddo.