Enraged inquiry: what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch?
Proudly: I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Elcor Naval Division, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Cerberus, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.
Intimidating declaration: I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top Elcor warrior in the entire Elcor Armed Forces.
Offhandedly: you are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this cluster, mark my fucking words.
Vindictively: you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Extranet?
Scathing suggestion: think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Elcor agents across the galaxy and your EP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot.
Additional diatribe: the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life.
Genuine exclamation: you’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.
With prideful candor: not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to every fleet of the Elcor Flotilla and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the galaxy, you little shit.
Insincere concern: 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.
Mildly remorseful: you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. With barely contained excitement, I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
I’ve been in too much of a shitty mood to draw, but I decided to dip into a list of suggested music from lioeark while I grind in Disgaea 2 instead.
This shit is tight. Really perking me up.