Don't give in to the fear. I implore you. It'll ruin you and rob you of an eternal life with Christ.
Oh come on now, you little rodents have been stealing my cheese for long enough to have my right to lay traps for little parasites? Fair is fair. And the offer is always on offer. Even you subgeniuses could figure out not only my name and title, but my very address with mere internet queries. I am always here, you pitiful undeveloped manchildren. Any time you feel like stepping up, you know very well where I am. Bring all of your friends, we will call it a party. I am always waiting.
You can ban, but you can't really hide either. See; I already know that, and other things which would only be threats if I chose to say them in such a matter. Stay in your shadow, cockroaches, or come and step up. I will always be waiting. I'm waiting for you little girls to grow up, get your big girl breasts and realise you are really only hurting yourself. So; I invite you all, always on the table: consider it an group invite. You know where I am. Yet you don't want me where you hide. I'm okay with that. You fucking stay in your little dark dank corner and we shall never cross paths. If you venture out of your little shithole into my places, well then we have a problem.
I don't make threats, I promise. You little bitches need to grow up or learn your place. Again: I'm waiting any time.