Get shrekt m8 ill shank ur nan outside of teskos irl. What in Neptune did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little barnacle? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Krusty Krab, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Chum Bucket, and I have over 300 confirmed orders filled. I am trained in bubble blowing and I’m the top jellyfish hunter in the entire Pacific armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in the oceans, mark my -blam!-ing words. You think you can get away with saying that fish paste to me over the Internet? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of sharks across the Pacific and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, plankton. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cook patties in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed grilling, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Krusty Krab Storage Room and I will use it to its full extent to cook a tastier burger than you, 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 -blam!-ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn fiddlestick. I will shit tartar sauce all over you and you will drown in it. DROWN IN IT! You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo.