What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little pinkskin? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Burning Legion, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on the Silver Hand, and I have over 300 confirmed life drains. I am trained in mak'gorilla and I'm the top warlock in the entire Orcish Horde. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Azeroth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the battlefield? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of demons across the Twisting Nether and your soul is being traced right now so you better prepare for the hellstorm, murlock. The hellstorm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, old man. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my fel magic. Not only am I extensively trained in demonic spells, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Orcish Horde and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your armour-clad ass 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 light-worshiper. I will shit imps all over you and you will drown in them. You're fucking dead, kiddo.