You do realize that this is a shitpost, right? Every part of this is either fictional or greatly exaggerated. But whatever, if you want to throw hands, then I have no issues with sending your family a bouquet of flowers as condolence.
POV: You're a hacker who made the mistake of activating my webcam, and now you're forced to watch me down an entire bottle of brandy, coat myself in my own blood, and perform native American war dances before whacking off to furry hentai: