I AM A DEGENERATE BASTARD CORKI MAIN. I WILL BLOW YOU UP. TRUST ME BUSTER THE PHOSPHORUS WILL SEEP INTO YOUR SKIN!! I WILL BE USING VARIOUS WAR CRIMES ON YOU AND WITH MALICIOUS INTENT ONLY. YOU ARE NOT SAFE. I OWN THE SKIES. YOU WILL BE BLOWN UP (AS AFOREMENTIONED). YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED AND YOUR LAST ONE WILL BE SPENT AS LITTLE CHUNKS. I WILL LAND MY GYROCOPTER ON YOUR DAMN FOREHEAD. KAPUT! MAMING IS THE NAME OF MY GAME PAL. I BRING WARFARE AND VIOLENCE WITH CONSDIERABLE BOMBAGE. I THOROUGHLY ENJOY THE RAPID EXPANSION IN VOLUME OF A GIVEN AMOUNT OF MATTER ASSOCIATED WITH AN EXTREME OUTWARD RELEASE OF ENERGY, USUALLY WITH THE GENERATION OF HIGH TEMPERATURES AND THE RELEASE OF HIGH-PRESSURE GASES IN REGARDS TO YOUR CLOSEST AND MOST CHERISHED LOVED ONES. I WILL EMBED WITHIN YOUR BLOODLINE A GENERATIONAL TRAUMA OF EXCESSIVE MUNITIONS SPANNING ONE THOUSAND YEARS. YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN WILL COWER ON CHRISTMAS DAY HAUNTED BY THE FAMILAR MISSILE-LIKE SHAPE OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE - FORCED TO RELIVE THE SULPHURIC CHAOS DAY AND NIGHT AS I WIPED YOUR SAD, PATHETIC LITTLE TEAM.