Stella: WHAT THE F**K DID YOU CALL ME YOU LITTLE PUNK?
Me: you heared me you ugly w**re bitch. Now get the f**k outa my sight before I kill you! And use your heart as my main course.
Stella: ooooooooooh I'm soooooo scared what the f**k is a stupid little teenaged boy gonna do?
Me: oh you 'bout to f**k around and find out (pulls out a holy dagger) leave or I'll turn you into Cree food!
Stella: you may have won this time but this means war! (leaves)
Me: you picked the wrong house foo!