What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Spinning Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret spins on beatmaps, and I have over 300 confirmed rpm. I am trained in counter-clockwise rotation and I'm the top spinner in the entire state of Virginia. You are nothing to me but just another mapper. I will wipe you the fuck out with maps the likes of which has never been seen before in this game, 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 mappers across the world and your maps is being graveyard-ed right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your maps. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can mod your maps in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare eyes. Not only am I extensively trained in spin theory, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Troller Army and I will use it to its full extent to exit you off this earth's atmosphere, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little subjective comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking opinions. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will rank maps all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking washed up, kiddo.