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I can materialise in any vicinity at any instance, and I can snuff you out in over 9000 flavours with naught but the balls of my fists. Not least am I rigorously honed in bare-knuckle boxing, moreover I am privy to the glorious arsenal of her majesty, and I will utilise it to its most unpalatable ends, to detent your offensive extremities beyond the countenance of this throbbing tectonic shelf, you unremarkable deposit.
Woe! Woe that you failed to foresee the satanic vicissitudes your little "clever" comment would ebulliate, that you might arrest your capricious ejaculate. But you had not the will, you had not the occasion, and so the extortion ensues, you pribbling mass of cerebral condensate! I will exude displeasure in every crevice of your immediacy, and therein you shall gradually derespirate and subsequently expire. Your demise is imminent, ragamuffin!
