What the fuck did you just fucking say about the flu, you little bitch? I’ll have you know my kidneys have failed and I have over 300 confirmed diseases. I am unable to function other than typing this message into computer via a Stephen Hawking lookin' ass setup and I’m the least functioning human in the entire US. You are nothing to me but just another person who likes to complain on social media. I will have my nurse wipe my nose 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 contacting my secret network of vegetables across the USA 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 bodily functions. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can disable you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my thought computer. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat (I have to be, since I can't feel my arms), but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Library of Congress and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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.