If you've ever called me a hacker, thanks! If I was hosting, I'm sorry. If I TK you once, I'm sorry. If I TK you twice, I'm really sorry. If I TK you three times, damnit, you're just not meant to live, friend. If I TK you by psychically forcing you to jump or run into the stream of bullets flying from the barrel of my gun, it's your own fault for being weak-willed, as well as tactically stupid and careless. If you TK me because I longed for hot metal suicide in the same fashion, it's equally not your fault. If I stole your care package, and we were on different teams, I don't care how you feel about it. If we were on the same team, you were dead or enemies were in danger of retrieving it, so calm down. If you steal my care package, the same better be true, or one day soon you're gonna start finding dead bird pieces in the strangest places, like your mail box, and coffee pot. Trust me. I know a guy.