What the frig did you just frigging say about me, you little CPC-IT? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Mike Monroney Aeronautical Center, and I've been involved in numerous training review boards, and I have over 300 confirmed saves. I am trained in TMU and I'm the top sequencer in the entire Federal Aviation Administration. You are nothing to me but just another trainee. I will wash you the frig out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my frigging words. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me over the landline? Think again, turd. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of facreps across the USA and your initials are being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your career. You're frigging washed, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can unplug you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in the terminal environment, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Air Route Traffic Control Centers and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable tukus off the face of the continent, you little nerd. 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 frigging tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you gosh darned fool. I will crap fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're frigging dead, kiddo.
