What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Alaskan pilot school, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Ketron Island, and I have over 300 confirmed tree kills. I am trained in barrel rolls and I'm the top tail flipper in the entire US pilots union. You are nothing to me but just another runway. I will wipe you the fuck out with no gear landings which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my altimeter network of fly boys across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the microturbulence, maggot. The microturbulence 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 flight patterns, and that's just with my autopilot. Not only am I extensively trained in emergency exits, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Airlines and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will drop jet fuel all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.