What the fuck did you say about my age, you little bitch? I'll have you know I turn 23 in December, and Iโve been involved in numerous birthdays over the years, and I have over 20 confirmed parties. I am trained in arcade warfare and Iโve had the most guests in the entire Chuck E. Cheese's franchise. You are nothing to me but just another guest. I will wipe 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 party planners across the USA and your birth date 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 birthday. Youโre fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can party in over seven hundred ways, and thatโs just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in pizza parties, but I have access to the entire arsenal of cake and ice cream 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 โcleverโ comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldnโt, you didnโt, and now youโre paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. Youโre fucking dead, kiddo.
