What the hell did you just say about me, you little jackass? I’ll have you know I graduated to of my class in chemistry, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret buyouts of other propane competitors and I have over 300 confirmed sales of the vogner char king. I am trained in gorilla marketing tactics and I’m the top propane salesman in the whole state of Texas. You are nothing to me but just another customer. I will sell you propane and propane accessories with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my god dang words. You thing you can get away with saying that crap to me over the internet? Thing again, jackass. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of fellow salesmen across the great state of Texas and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, boy. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re frickin, dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kick your ass in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unorthodox sales methods, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Texas Propane Commission and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little bastard. 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 damn tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will expel fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re frickin’ dead, kiddo