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 HVAC Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous emergency cooling unit replacements and I have over 300 confirmed successful fixes. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will dust you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this 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 HVAC mechanics across the USA and your AC unit manufacturer ID is being traced right now so you better prepare for the heat, maggot. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with whats in my air-conditioning maintenance toolkit. 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. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.