Jesse_What the cuck did you just cucking say about me, you little cuck? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Cucka, and I have over 300 confirmed cucks.
I am trained in cuck warfare and I’m the top cuck in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another cuck. I will wipe you the cuck out with precision the likes of which has never been cucked before on this Earth, mark my cucking words.
You think you can get away with cucking that cuck to me over the Internet? Think again, cuck. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cycle across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, cuck. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re cuked, cuck I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.
You’re cucking dead, cuck.
What in Cucky Jones’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy Cuck? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cuckthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on cucking villages, and cucked over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-cuck pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the cucks on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ cuckery. I’ll have yer guts for garters and cuck haul ye like never been cucked before, hear me true. You think ye can cuck behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ cucks across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the cuckphoon, cuck. The kind o’ cucksoon that’ll cuck ye off the map. You’re cuckbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can cuck ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cucklass, but I have an entire cuck fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to cuck yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you cuck. I’ll shit fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re cuck food now, lad.