What the f*ck did you just f*cking say about me, you little b*tch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Bird Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on innocent little cars parked around town, and I have over 300 confirmed sh*ts taken upon said cars. I am trained in bird warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Bird armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another car. I will wipe you the f*ck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my f*cking words. You think you can get away with frying eggs? Think again, f*cker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of birds across the USA and your car is being traced right now so you better prepare for the sh*tstorm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your car. You’re f*cking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can sh*t on your car in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare wings. Not only am I extensively trained in unwinged sh*tting, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the my arss and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable car off the face of the continent, you little sh*t. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon your car, maybe you would have held your f*cking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ******** ldiot. I will sh*t fury all over you and your car will drown in it. Your car is f*cking dead, kiddo.