What the GRRRAH did you just GRAHing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I GRRRAAH-duated top of my class in the Mad Mudskippers, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the hilltops, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.

I am trained in mudman warfare and I’m the top mudslinger in the entire mudpit armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the GRAH out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this hilltop, mark my GRAHing words.

You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, GRAHer. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the hilltops 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 life. You’re GRAHing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my muddy hands.

Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the mudpit Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable tailfeathers off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what muddy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your GRAHing tongue.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn birdbrain. I will shit mud all over you and you will drown in it.

You’re GRAHing dead, kiddo.