What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little L Plater? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Kangan, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Ultra Tune, and I have over 300 confirmed oil changes. I am trained in timing belt replacement and I’m the top technician in the entire VACC. You are nothing to me but just another customer. I will wipe your car the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Internet? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of certified mechanics across the world and your VIN 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 vehicle. Your car's ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can flush your fluids in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in engine and transmission swaps, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the garage and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable car off the face of the continent, you little ♥♥♥♥. 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ accelerator. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the parts and labour fees, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥. I will ♥♥♥♥ gear oil all over you and you will drown in it. Your car's ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kiddo.