By the throne what did you just say about me, you puny heretic? In the name of the emperor I’ll have you know I am the finest, and fiercest of my class in the Ultramarines, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Black Crusades, and I have over 300,000 confirmed reclaimations in the name of the Emperor. I am trained in brute warfare and I’m the top terminator in the entire first company. You are nothing to me but just another heretic. I will tear your heretical face out with fury the likes of which has never been seen before on Terra, mark the throne. You think you can get away with saying that heresy to me over the Warp? Think again, Heretic. As we exchange words I am contacting my secret network of Ultramarines across Macragge and your orbital position is being traced right now so you better prepare for the crusade, heretic. The crusade that wipes out the chaotic corrupted thing you call your life. In the name of the Emperor; you’re dead, heretic. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can gore you in over fourty thousand hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare power suit augmented knuckles. Not only am I extensively trained in assault combat, but I have access to the entire, glorious arsenal of Macragge and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable corrupted ass off the face of the warp, you little heretic. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your plagued tonuge. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you heretical bastard. I will wreak fury all over you and you will drown in the gore. By the Emperor, you’re dead; heretic.