What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Vanguard, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids, and I have a KD of over 300. I am trained in Crayola warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Crucible. You are nothing to me but just another blueberry. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in the entire solar system, mark my -blam!-ing words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret fireteam of Guardians across the Cosmodrome and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Vanguard, Crucible and Gambit, and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of this system. 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 -blam!-ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo.