WHAT DID YOU TYPE TO ME

What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ type about me, you little ♥♥♥♥♥? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at MIT, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids with Anonymous, and I have over 300 confirmed DDoSes. I am trained in online trolling and I’m the top hacker in the entire world. You are nothing to me but just another virus host. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the Internet, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with typing that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Internet? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we chat over IRC I am tracing your IP with my damn bare hands so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your computer. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hack into your files in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in hacking, but I have access to the entire arsenal of every piece of malware ever created and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the world wide web, you little ♥♥♥♥. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fingers. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ idiot. I will ♥♥♥♥ code all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kiddo.