What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little chef? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the horse archer academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on China, and I have over 300 confirmed women. I am trained in removing walls and I’m the top archer in the entire Mongol army. You are nothing to me but just another horsefeed. I will loot you the fuck out with arrows the likes of which has never been seen before on this land, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to the Khan? Think again, chef. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across China and your noodle takeaway is being traced right now so you better prepare for the invasion, maggot. The invasion that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your kitchen. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cook your food in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in seducing horses, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Wall Climbing Cavalry and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable meals off the face of the continent, you little chef. If only you could have known what unholy historical reenactment 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 silly chef. I will shit your own food all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
