Nani the f-word did you just f-word say about me, you little keekiriki? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Doxxing School, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Heartbreak City, and I have over 9001 confirmed kills. I am trained in sick beats and I'm the top rapper in the entire Apple iStore. You are nothing to me but just another soul to reap. I will wipe you the f-word out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth or the underworld, mark my f-word-ing words. You think you can get away with saying that kuso to me over Among Us? Think again, f-word-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret demon crew across Nippon and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that reaps out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're f-word dead, little one. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can reap you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare feet. Not only am I extensively trained in scythe combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Anituber podcast and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little kusa. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have kudastop your f-word tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying with your soul, you goddamn bakadiot. I will shit Big Kusa all over you and you will drown in it. You're f-word dead, little one. PEACE.