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Basically, what did you just call me, you little shit? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Norwegian assassin academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret missions in the Dark Side of Academy City. In the end, I've taken out hundreds of little bastards like you who were born just to be killed by me. I am trained in explosives and hand-to-hand combat. In the end, you are nothing to me but just another target. I will blow you to fucking pieces and target you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. You think you can get away with talking shit about Frenda Seivelun? Think again, bitch. Even my little sister could beat the fuck out of you. As we speak I am launching an anti-tank missile at your house right now so you better prepare for the fireworks, motherfucker. The fireworks that wipe out the pathetic little thing you call a life. In the end, you’re fucking dead, kid. I can target you anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred different ways and that’s not even including my bombs. Not only am I extensively trained in assassination techniques, but I have access to an entire secret arsenal of deadly weapons under my skirt and I will use them to their full extent to wipe every trace of your miserable ass from Academy City, you little shit. If only you could have known what retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But in the end you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you little bitch. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
