What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little tree? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Lumberjack Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous deforestations on The Amazon, and I have over 300 confirmed logs. I am trained in controlled fires and I’m the top arsonist in the entire West Fraser Timer Co LTD. You are nothing to me but just another twig. I will cut 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 contacting my secret network of canadians across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the forest fire, maggot. The heat that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, twig. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can burn you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in matchless fires, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the West Fraser Timer Co LTD 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 leaf. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fire all over you and you will burn in it. You’re fucking dead, twigo.