What the fuck did you just fucking say about him, you little xenos? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Centurio Ordinatus, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Silva Tenebris, and I have over 300 confirmed disassemblies. I am trained in Jokaero warfare and I'm the top Reductor in the entire Stygian Legio. You are nothing to me but just another acquired target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Mars, mark my fucking octets. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Noosphere? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of servo-skulls across the Damocles gulf and your ethereal imprint 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 fucking dead, xenos. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over 210 - 324 ways, and that's just with my bare mechadentrites. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Centurio Ordinatus and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable species off the face of the galaxy, you little shit. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking phonic organ. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn fleshling. I will generate solid waste in the form of fury all over you and you will drown in it. You.state <- gruesome_death().