"What the fuck is that noise coming from Shitboy's Cum trap? It really can't be words, because words are supposed to make sense. I guess you're just dribbling out the remnants of Un's milkshake. Right? You take his protein shakes so you can get big and stroke, that's the lies you tell yourself isn't it? That, and telling yourself that you're not a hue waste of your daddy's spunk. Do you tell him that he should have pulled out? He probably tells himself that all the time. Go on, fight back, I want to make you cry today.
All of you are so fucking worthless you couldn't be bothered to fight Gator or me for the belt. No, you had to scrounge around in the trash for it hoping you didn't look over your shoulder and see one of us standing there. Well, boo. Here I fucking am. Two rumbles in two weeks, and a series of matches leading to me fucking your shit up. Goddamn. If you lot aren't the poster children for abortions and anal over vaginal, I don't know what is. Kill yourselves."