| What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the part-time job, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the flower patch, and I have over 15 confirmed coelacanth catches, in one day! I am trained in gorilla fishing and I’m the top bug catcher in the entire village gardening team. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this village, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the mail? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the beach and your address 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 life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can catch your bugs in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in net combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Tom Nook's Store and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the village, you little shit. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.