What the f**k did you just f**king say about me you little scrub? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in FaZe Clan, and I've been involved in numerous secret quickscoping lobbies against Optic and I have over 300 confirmed 360 noscopes on Rust. I am trained in faking clips and I'm the top quickscoper in FaZe Clan. You are nothing to me but just another squeaky fanboy. I will 420 blaze the f**k out of you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my f**king hits. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over Xbox Live? Think again you fedora wearing f*ggot. As we speak I am contacting the Anonymous Memesquad across every basement in the world and your IP is being DDoSed right now so you better prepare for the Darude - Sandstorm, maggot. The Sandstorm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your Internet. You're f**king dead, c**t. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can trickshot you in over seven hundred ways and that's just with my Dank Intervention. Not only am I extensively trained in editing videos that my mum recorded when I yelled at her to get the camera which contain high ammounts of lens flare and various text samples, but I have access to the entire arsenal of my sponsors Mountain Dew and Doritos and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass of the face of the web, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your clever little hardscopes were about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have stopped bragging to your internet friends who you only like because if you block them on Facebook you are going to die. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you go***mn nooblord. I will shit Doritos all over you and you will drown in them. You're f**king dead, scrublord.
Yes, I copypasta'd.