What the fuck did you just fucking say Robbie Rotten, you little bitch? I’ll have you know he has no penis, can play saxophone, and survived cancer. He is trained in the art of Villain-Fu and will fucking wreck your genital orifice. You are nothing to him but just another superhero to make an evil scheme for. He will wipe you the fuck out with 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 about Robbie Rotten over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak he is contacting his secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. He can be anywhere, anytime, and he can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with his bare hands. Not only is he extensively trained in Villain-Fu, but he has access to the entire arsenal of the Lazy Town Bomb Stock and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable 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 idiot. Robbie Rotten will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.