What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class from the School for Rolex ADs, I’ve been involved in numerous product redesigns, and I have over 300 confirmed sales. I am trained in horology and I’m the top AD in the entire US. You are nothing to me but just another beta cuck. I will wipe your quartz the fuck out with superlative chronometer officially certified precision, the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak, I am contacting my secret network of ADs across the world and your wife is bringing me coffee so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. You’re never getting, “the call”, Kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can deny you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in Swiss precision, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Rolex catalog and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your pathetic timepiece off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit Tudor all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking chuffed, kiddo.