What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little N'wah? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Buoyant Armigers, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Ashlanders, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in guarilla warfare and I'm the top Living God in the entire Tribunal. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Morrowind, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over Dreams? Think again, fetcher. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Ordinators across Vvardenfell and your kalpa is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, outlander The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Redoran Guard and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the island, you little s'wit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" Nerevarine 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 N'wah. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.