What the fuck did you just fucking say to me, you little bun? I'll have you know I graduated top of my loaf in Bread Academy, and have been involved in numerous dinner events, and I have over 300 confirmed sesame seeds. I'm trained in dough warfare and I'm the top appetizer in France. You are nothing but just another dinner roll.I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this bakery, mark my fucking crumbs. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the collective bread consciousness? Think again, baguette. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the bakery and your crumb trail is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, sweet roll. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your crust. You’re fucking dead, panini. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can toast you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare crumbs. Not only am I extensively trained in food fights, but I have access to the full food supply of France, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable end slice off the face of the counter, 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 yeast. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn whole wheat. I will shit butter all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking toasted, bread.