When I start losing, I stop losing and be awesome instead. True story
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What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little ♥♥♥♥♥? I’ll have you know I ran a gang that took over Stillwater, became an international brand name celebrity, and just got ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ elected President of the United States. I am trained in doing matrix ♥♥♥♥ and I’ve got the best swing with a dildo bat in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another Zin. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, or whereever Earth used to be, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Internet? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we speak I am having Keith David track you in my Normandy ship thing and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your virtual reality life. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands and wrestling moves I learned. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Third Street Saints and superpowers for whatever ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ reason too and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of Steelport, 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ idiot. I will ♥♥♥♥ fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, kiddo. Also ♥♥♥♥ you Pierce.