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 Vegan Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Whole Foods, and I have drank over 300 confirmed containers of Oatly. I am trained in microwaving Amy's bean burritos, and I’m the top activist in the entire Bay Area. You are nothing to me but just another carnist. I will wipe you the fuck out with debate skills 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, carnist. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of vegans across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, bloodmouth. 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 defeat you in intellectual debate in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with the ethical dilemmas. Not only am I extensively trained in vegan cooking, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Earthling Ed videos and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the internet, 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 blood-loving tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit vegan fury all over you and you will drown in it.
You’re fucking dead, carnist.