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 Imperial Navy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on traitorous Rebel Alliance, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in AT-AT warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Imperial Army. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this galaxy, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Holonet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Imperial spies across the Galaxy and your Holonet receiver is being traced right now so you better prepare for the Death Star laser, maggot. The Death Star laser that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in The Force, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Empire, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the Galaxy, 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.