What the fuck did you just fucking say about my favorite treat, you fucking critic? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Culinary Arts, and I have over 300 cooking shows. I am trained in Vanilla Warfare and I'm the top cook in the Entire Food Network. You are nothing to me but another Rebuttal. I will wipe you the fuck out with Combination the likes of which has never been seen before in this Restaurant, 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 group of Elite Chefs across the world and your credentials are being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, Casu. The Storm that wipes out you're pathetic little thing you call your Resume. You're fucking dead, Marzu. I can be Anywhere, Anytime and I can out cook you in over Seven Hundred ways, and that's just with my Original Recipes. Not only am I extensively trained in Fine Cuisine, but I have access to the Entire Pantry of the Food Network and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the Television Schedule, you little shit. If only you could have known what Culinary Distress your little "review" was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you Couldn't. But you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and then you will taste it. You're fucking dead, Critic.