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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little brat? I’ll have you know I'm the favored daughter of Lord Boxman himself, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Gar's Bodega, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in buzzsaw warfare and I’m the top robot in terms of favoritism in Boxmore. 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 on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, Lakewood loser. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of duplicate Shannons across my father's workplace, 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 life. You’re fucking dead, loser. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my buzzsaws I can summon from my hands and feet. Not only am I extensively trained in robot combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Boxmore robots and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable hero ass off the face of the continent, you little brat. 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 brat. I will carve fury all over you and you will drown in it, in your own blood. You’re fucking dead, loser!