What the fuck, did you say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Ocean Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on cod fish, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in harbor warfare and I'm the top snacker in the entire ocean. You are nothing to me but just another trout. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with this? Think again, clownfish. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of otters across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, halibut. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, as long as it's not too far inland, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my flippers. Not only am I extensively trained in aquarium stunts, but I have access to the entire selection of those little horns 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 retribution your little "clever" stunt was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking finger off the enter key. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you bottom-feeding crustacean. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
My pearls are thoroughly clutched!