What the beard did you just bloody say about me, you pointy eared leaf lover? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in mining school, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret Deep Dives on Hoxxes IV, and I have over 300 confirmed Error Cubes. I am trained in Driller warfare and I’m the top speedrunner in the entire Deep Rock Galactic community. You are nothing to me but just another lootbug. I will wipe you the hell out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this mission, mark my sodding words. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me over the comm? Think again, knobhead. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Scouts across the space rig and your tunnels are 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, greenbeard. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can down you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare pickaxe. Not only am I extensively trained in berserker melee, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the forge's overclocks and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable arse off the face of the drop pod, you little grunt. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have just hit V instead. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you Karl-damn idiot. I will drop satchel charges all over you and you will drown in it. You’re sodding dead, whale-piper.