I'll admit to that having caught me by surprise. That said, though. . .
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little Hǫgni? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Regin Foster Children Program, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on dragon nests, and I have over 300 confirmed berserker rages. I am trained in dragon warfare and I’m the top swordsman in the entire Norse myth. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with prejudice 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 Valkyries over the Backside of the World and your ass 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 life. You’re fucking dead, kid. My horse can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the SS, a guy who makes primordial soup, beamswords and dragons 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 “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
If you want meme wars, by all means. Let's get on with it