Ha! Skeith, you worthless excuse for a script-kiddy worm, I have finally cornered you. Despite your utter lack of anything close to a personality, you pathetic tangle of obsolete electrons, I hate your non-existant guts. I am going to stomp you so hard, your motherboard is gonna feel it.
What the hell? You killed the girl? You bastard! I will make this slow and painful - for you! Haven’t you ever heard of the old rules? You’re supposed to act like you’re gonna kill the girl but not do it, you skunk. Since you broke the laws of villainy, I am simply going to kill you. No sequel here, baby, your digital ass, which I see you do not have, since you have no joints, is MINE.
See how I smack you around like a red-headed stepchild? Your punt attack can’t even take off 100 health points, you cheap, underpowered version of Tom Servo. You couldnt’ get a job beating up high schoolers with attacks like that, wuss!
Oh, what was this, you… passing Judgement on me? Pathetic. I’ll be healed back in two items and 3 seconds, you mangled scrap of data. Meanwhile, you don’t mind if take another thousand of your HP and stuff it into the garbage bin your dogshit code comes from, eh? Wait, scratch that. I don’t care what you think.
And now YOU want to Data Drain me? Fool! I am the MASTER of Data Drain. I have no idea what your diseased mind though it was going to do, but you did nothing to me at all! Nothing! I’d come up with another insult, but you obviously don’t even deserve the effort. Ha! Now I Data drained you, and you got even MORE sucky!
Smack, Smack, Smack Got anything more, bitch?! I’m finding smacking you around to be too easy. Who is your Daddy and what does do?! Whoo-Ah! Ooops, now you are dead. Geez, the frickin’ Gob Kings gave me a better fight than this, and they didn’t even attack me.
Eh? What’s this. Oh, so you evaded death by, well, dying. Now you turned into a giant skull-ship with laser cannons. Well, I admit you surprised me with that. BUT I’LL BE BACK. I stmped your very blank face in once. When I find you location again you will go down so fast you’ll think you were a slutty cheerleader.
They say we only do what we're meant to do. In which case, you are meant for just oen more thing.
Deletion.
