What the heck did you just hecking say about me, you smol heck? I did the heckin best graduate at doggo day care, and I've been involved in much secret raids on annoying nut floofers in the backyard, and I have over 300 confirmed head pats. I am trained in heckin borking and I'm the top good boi in the entire neighborhood. You are nothing to me but just another nut floofer. I will bork you the heck out with loudness the likes of which has never been seen before on this street, mark my hecking words. You think you can get away with saying that heck to me over the fence? Think again, hecker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of doggos across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the borks, catto. The borks that wipes out the smol heckin you call your life. You're heckin dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can bork you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare paws. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed tail wags, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the PetCo down the street and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable butt off the face of the lawn, you smol heck. If only you could have known what good heck your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your hecking tail. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you hecking heck. I will bork fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're hecking dead, heck.