What the bloody hell did ya just say about me, ya little weasel? I'll 'ave ya know I graduated top of me class in the highlands demo academy, and I've been involved in numerous bombing raids on soldiers, and i 'ave killed over two hundred scouts. I am trained in demo warfare, winbombing heavies and airshotting soldiers. I can take on an entire team alone; and to add to me glory, I'm the one grenade launcher that can aim worth his scrumpy, mate. Yer nothin' to me but just another bra-washer. I will wipe ya the ♥♥♥♥ out with bomb the likes of which has never been seen before in Scotland, mark me ♥♥♥♥♥♥' words, lad. Ya think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over in Teufort? Think again, block head. As we speak I am contacting my secret network o' kritzkrieg medics across the granary and yer team is being blasted into thin gruel right now so ya better prepare for the dominatening, ya girl. The dominatening that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call yer life. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill ya in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with me pan. Not only am I heavily trained in explosives, but I 'ave access to an entire arsenal of swords and I will use it to its full extent to shave yer miserable head of the face of Badwater, you little ♥♥♥♥♥. If only you could 'ave known what unholy retribution yer little "witty" taunt was about to bring down upon ya, maybe ya would have held yer tongue. But ya couldn't. Ya didn't. And now yer paying the price, ya bleedin' idiot. I will throw cabers all over ya, and ye'll drown in 'em. Yer ♥♥♥♥♥♥' dominated, boyo, and I'm shaggin' yer wife.