What the darn did you just hecking say about me, you little jerk? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the special ed mathematics, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on 1st grader’s lunch boxes, and I have over 300 confirmed bullying reports. I am trained in four square and I’m the top goalie in the entire recess soccer team. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the crud out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this playground, mark my dang words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the lunch table? Think again, meanie. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of bullies across the school and your bus route is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, pooface. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re hecking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can push you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in swirlies, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the gym equipment and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable butt off the face of the continent, you little jerk. 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 darn tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you gosh dang dummy. I will crud fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re hecking dead, kiddo.