What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little pleb? 

I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Art School, and 

I've been involved in numerous listens of NMH on vinyl , and I have 

over 3000 confirmed songs in my Foobar 2000 playlist. I am trained 

in songwriting and tumblr use and I'm the top vinyl collector in the 

record store I work at. You are nothing to me but just another 

mainstream listening pleb. I will wipe you the fuck out with music 

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 readying my 

field recordings, be prepared for a storm of 2deep4u. The storm that 

wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your taste. Not only am 

I extensively trained in tumblr use, but I have access to the entire 

collection over at Amoeba Records and I will use it to its full extent 

to better your miserable pleb taste. 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 

shit obscurity all over you and you will drown in it. 

You're a fucking pleb, kiddo.
 
 
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