>>2583124What did you say to me, gy little duyvelspecht? I commend to know that I have received a petition from Willem van Oranje with distinction and have been involved in numerous alleged offenses against Alva and his, and independently, more than three hundred Spaniards. I'm hardy at the Katergeuzen and I'm the best shooter under the Dutch flag. You are no more than mine the second goal. I will remove you from my region with an accuracy that never saw the world. Watch out for damn words! Gy thinks that you can sell this leuhgen talk to me by postduyf? Gy had to think twice, catshhpuys! At this time I set up this missive, I send to my memory assembly of spiders and floor doves, distributed by the Republic of the Seven United Netherlands and followed by the postduyf, so you can prepare yourself for the storm, rabaut. The storm that blows the sad tingling thing that gy calls your life will fade away. Gy is dead child. I can everywhere, at all times I can kill seven hundred wards, and that's only my hands bare. Not only do I practically practice in the unarmed military art, but I also have the full range of arsenals of watercourses available to me, and I will use that to wreck your poor people in the back of the continent, gy klynen schobbejak. If you knew what a wicked retribution would have caused your "witty" missive, you might have bitten your tongue. But that could not be done. Gy did not end it now you will pay the toll, gy damn lubrication. I'll shoot furie over you and gy will sink in. You're dead, hoerenzeune.
