Robbie stands up, his grapefruit sized balls feeling the brunt of North Korea's mighty foot. So, not phased at all.

Oh no, he's making fun of my picture again.

Time to squash that little filthy rat again, pummel that fuck right down into the mat again, not because he called me fat again, but because he had another spat again.

Robbie rips his shirt off, revealing a perfectly chiseled six pack.

Lookit the guy spitting bile from his liver, I'll your mother weep and your daddy shiver, and your sister, well I would make her quiver but when she was born you boiled her and ate her ass for dinner. I guess that behavior us the cure for what ails the USA, people are food now, well, I guess that's okay, but you're not here to make shit better anyway, just come to complicate the average people's day, and that sir, is something you'd best avoid, sir, because as colorful as you might be at describing obesity in America, sir, it ain't that fucking complex.

Say what you want to about my homeland, while getting American dollars, eating American food, taking American medicine, and, well, primarily talking to an American audience. Well, fully international. All around the world right now people are seeing your pathetic ass get mashed like potatoes and served up next to USDA Choice Grade A Beef in me.

Except in North Korea. I don't think the XWF website is available there.

You represent the very worst of humanity, a culture of humiliation and degredation that don't even compare to whatever TMZ can dig up on you. You're a unit, your mother was a unit, and you didn't even have a choice to fight me.

Here in America, you might do well to take note, we choose to not tolerate, to hate, to lotion up and masturbate, to decry the state, to get seconds on our plate, committing Watergate, no show for a date, ain't that great?

I get the idea might leave you befuddled and drooling. Go ask your fancy mangod, if he isn't busy Supremely Ruling.

Robbie delivers an all American Robbiebomb.