What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say-speak about my clan, you little broodmother? I'll have you know-learn I graduated top of my breed in the Gutter Runners, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids-attacks on Karak-eight-peeks, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in Eshin warfare and I'm the top jezzail in the entire Skryre clan. You are nothing to me-me but just another target-prey.
I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision-skills the likes of which has never been seen-look before on this world, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Warp? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the Old world and your location-hideout is being traced right now so you better prepare for the warpstorm, maggot. The warpstorm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, human. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill-kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare paws. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Skryre clan and I will use it to its full extent to wipe-explode your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you filthy man-thing. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" post was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue-words. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ idiot. I will strike the Horned Rat's fury all upon you and you will drown in it. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, man-thing.