What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little loyalist? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in car bomb school, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Ulster, and I have over 300 confirmed crumpets removed. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Belfast Brigade. You are nothing to me but just another proddy. I will bomb the ♥♥♥♥ out of you with an IED the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Internet? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Catholics across Ireland 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my armalite. Not only am I extensively trained in armalite Crumpet removing, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Irish Republican Army and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little ♥♥♥♥. 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ idiot. I will ♥♥♥♥ fury all over you and you will drown in it. Tiocfaidh ár lá, kiddo