>rejected by small animals
kek
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 the Galactic Federation Starfleet Academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Vlash and Maitre homeworlds, and I have over 300 confirmed mind-melds. I am trained in psyonic warfare and I'm the top interceptor pilot in the entire Arcturian Armada. You are nothing to me but just another colonization. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this galactic sector, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, human. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of ayylmaos across Agartha and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, monkey boy. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, you carbon-based biped. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven quintillion ways, and that's just with my mind bullets. Not only am I extensively trained in psyonic warfare, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Pleidian-Draco Hybrid Shapeshifters and I will use them to their full capabilities to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the planet, 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 failed genetic experiment. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, earthling.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Juilliard, and I've been involved in numerous festivals at Coachella and Lollapalooza, and I have over 300 confirmed platinum records. I am trained in wammy bar and I'm the top shredder in all of pop punk. You are nothing to me but just another Guitar World temp. I will shred your eyeballs 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 saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of death metal beauticians across the USA and your IP 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, Ibanez player. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can record a dope solo seven hundred ways, and that's just with my Gibson acoustic. Not only am I extensively trained in rocking your face off, but I have access to the entire tour bus of Slayer and I will use it to its full extent to shred 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 shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. It's a fucking banjo duel, kiddo.
sadly ive forgotten most of the good stuff
at a minimum id say
kek