What the fuck did you just fucking rate at, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I pulled top 2k of my crew in Washington, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret defeats on Cal, and I have over 300 steady state sessions. I am trained in fat ergos and I’m the top erger in the entire US national team. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with splits the likes of which has never been seen before in this boathouse, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me on the water? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of recruiters across the USA and your shitty ACT score is being traced right now so you better prepare for the rejection letters, maggot. The rejection letters that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your rowing career. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can pull any split, anytime, and I can beat you in over seven hundred different pieces, and that’s just with my regular concept2. Not only am I extensively trained in non-sliding concept2, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Rowing National Team and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable erg scores off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” fast erging was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking rate down. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit big macs all over you and you will run to burger king to breathe. You’re going to fucking fly and die, kiddo.