What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little hollow? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the four knights of Gwyn, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret invasions on sinful trash, and I have over 300 confirmed successful invasion on stupid casuls like you. I am trained in 360 quickslashing and I’m the top knight in the entire four knights of Gwyn. You are nothing to me but just another annoying weak little hollow. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with the wrath of the gods the likes of which has never been seen before on this land, mark my -blam!-ing words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me using the orange soapstone? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting Kaathe from the Darkwraith covenant and your world 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 humanity. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my broken straight sword. Not only am I extensively trained in miracles, sorceries, and melee, but I have access to the entire arsenal of dark sorceries and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of this world, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” message was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your -blam!-ing soapstone and plug it up your ass. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now i'm going absolve the shit out of your ass, you goddamn idiot. I will rain pursuers over your ass and you will drown in it. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo.