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- What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little potato?
- I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Zandronum Mashers, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Ireland, and I have over 300 confirmed deep-fries.
- I am trained in Russet warfare and I'm the top frier in the entire Zandronum potato forces. You are nothing to me but just another batch of fries.
- I will mash you the fuck out with precision 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, you brown-skinned shit.
- As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Zandronum and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the oil, maggot.
- The oil that fries you and wipes out any bit of health your pathetic excuse of a life had. You're going to McDonald's, kid.
- I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can mash you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands.
- Not only am I extensively trained in bare oil combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of McDonald's, and I will use it to its full extent to fry your miserable ass and ship it to every fast food joint on the fucking continent.
- If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have hidden your brown ass.
- But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot.
- I will shit oil all over you and you will drown in it.
- You're fucking fried, kiddo.
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