What the frick did you just fricking say about me, militia scum? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the IMC, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Colony and Smuggler's Cove, and I have over 300 confirmed attrition points. I am trained in both on-foot and titan warfare and I’m the top pilot in the entire IMC forces. You are nothing to me but just another spectre. I will wipe you the frick out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the frontier, mark my fricking words. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me by patching into our intercomms? Think again, fricker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of IMC Grunts across the frontier and your dropship is being traced right now so you better prepare for titanfall, pilot. The titanfall that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fricking dead, Pilot. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare feet. Not only am I extensively trained in jump kicks and executions, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the IMC and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable bum off the face of the frontier, you outlaw. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” rebellion was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have given over your fricking land. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddarn terrorist. I will poop fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fricking dead, Pilot.