What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the University of Barricades, and I’ve been involved in numerous entry-blockages in Iraq, and I have over 300 confirmed barriers to entry. I am trained in blocking doors and I’m the top table slider the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another intruder. I will wipe my ass with the bathroom light on with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am assembling empty duffel bags so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your forced entry. You’re fucking outside the door, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, in my hotel and I can stack tables in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed barrier construction, but I have access to the entire arsenal of room 235’s bedding and I will use it to its full extent to build a pillow fort behind my barricade. 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. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.