What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little urchin? 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 fisheries, and I have over 300 confirmed eats. I am trained in aquatic 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 saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of fish across the world and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, clown fish. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, you anchovy. 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 water combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of those little horns and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you mackerel. 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 beluga whale. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, tadpole.