It's always the pretty boys that become insolent and bashful in their remarks.
Listen here, pea-brain. What made you think you can speak such a tone to me?
And what is this? Have you been searching for odd cruel things on the Deep Neural Net? I see you have some sort of fancy fetish. Strange, because this sort of information you speak from your rotten smellfungus lips can only be either accessed by going through layers of encoding and security walls, or word of mouth... also known as rumors. Rumors that I don't think spread very easily, especially to the likes of you.
You little cockalorum, I suggest you immediately take back your rapscallion remarks. I think you've even had the whole thing bleed into your puny little mind.
For one thing, those are not my "undergarments", you flunky hobbledehoy. Keep on dreaming. I bet you've just started hallucinating as you have a lack of seeing those it seems.
So yes, I do have a feeling we will be talking soon.
You have till 6 hours to express your most dearest apologies to me, pretty boy.
And you better make it good.
If not, perhaps the fate of Macbeth awaits you.
Oh right... I am talking to an imbecile. Let me rephrase that for you: "I'll have your head."