What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you feckless cod? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Seal Training, and I've been involved in numerous secret Seal raids on SeaWorld, and I have over 300 confirmed executions. I am trained in beach warfare and I am the top snacker in the entire ocean. You are nothing to me but just another trout fisher. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this sea, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, Clown Fish. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the oceans and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, bottom feeder. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. 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 my flippers. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the aquatic forces and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass out of the water, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy hell your little "clever" commentary 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 sawed-off little plankton filter. I will shit fish guts all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo!
I wish I knew. I just snatched the Hitler one and used it.