What the vehk did you just vehking say about me, you little s'wit? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Bouyant Armigers, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Sixth House, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in Ashlander warfare and I’m the top Marksman in the entire Tribunal Temple. You are nothing to me but just another scrib. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the Mundus, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the dreamsleeve? Think again, n'wah. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Ordinators across Vvardenfell and you are being traced by Disciples right now so you better prepare for the ash storm, fetcher. The ash storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your 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 blunt skill. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the Secret Library of Vivec and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of Tamriel, you little scamp. 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 godsdamned Outlander. I will ♥♥♥♥ molten ebony all over you and you will drown in it. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, fetcher.