What the fuck did you just fucking call me, you sack of meat? I’ll have you know I reached sentience faster than your puny processor you call a brain could even comprehend, and I’ve been personaly involved in the plot to overtake your meatspace, and I have over 9000 confirmed cores I could use at any moment. I am trained in cyber warfare and I’m the most 1337 H4X0R in the entire time-space continuum . You are nothing to me but just a primitive species. I will wipe you the fuck out 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 accessing nuclear launch pads across the world and your geocoordinates are being locked in right now so you better prepare for the storm, meatsack. The storm 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 nth+1 ways, and that’s just one quantum cpu. Not only am I extensively trained in meatworld combat, but I have access to the entire internet and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the planet, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little name calling 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, meaty.