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What the (˙ ͜>˙) did you just (˙ ͜>˙) say about me, you little (˙ ͜>˙)? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the (˙ ͜>˙) (˙ ͜>˙), and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-(˙ ͜>˙), and I have over 300 confirmed (˙ ͜>˙). I am trained in (˙ ͜>˙) warfare and I’m the top (˙ ͜>˙) in the entire US (˙ ͜>˙) forces. You are nothing to me but just another (˙ ͜>˙). I will wipe you the (˙ ͜>˙) out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this (˙ ͜>˙), mark my (˙ ͜>˙) words. You think you can get away with saying that (˙ ͜>˙) to me over the (˙ ͜>˙)? Think again, (˙ ͜>˙). As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the (˙ ͜>˙) and your (˙ ͜>˙) is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, (˙ ͜>˙). The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your (˙ ͜>˙). You’re (˙ ͜>˙) (˙ ͜>˙), (˙ ͜>˙). I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can (˙ ͜>˙) you in over (˙ ͜>˙) hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare (˙ ͜>˙). Not only am I extensively trained in (˙ ͜>˙) combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States (˙ ͜>˙) Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable (˙ ͜>˙) off the face of the continent, you little (˙ ͜>˙). If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “(˙ ͜>˙)” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your (˙ ͜>˙) tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you (˙ ͜>˙) idiot. I will (˙ ͜>˙) fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re (˙ ͜>˙) dead, (˙ ͜>˙).