Can't hold it back anymore

What the fu­ck did you just fu­cking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in letting go, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on clingy people, and I have over 300 confirmed abandonments. I am trained in dropping warfare and I’m the top ungrasper in the entire US disarmed forces. You are nothing to me but just another thing to drop. I will let you go you 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 to me over the Internet? Think again, fu­cker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of butterfingers across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that drops a bunch of stuff on the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fu­cking dropped, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can let you go in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed letting go, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Slippery Corps and I will use it to its full extent to drop 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. I will let go my fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fu­cking dropped, kiddo.

What.

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