What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little manko desu ka? I'll have you know I graduated top of my juku, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids in Kabukikcho, and I have over 5000 confirmed kanji. I am trained in the three traditional arts of the Japanese scholar: ikebana, tea ceremonies and calligraphy. You are nothing to me but just another baka gaijin. I will humiliate you in the most effervescent haikus, mark my calligraphy in syllables grouped in 5-7-5. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, chinko manko, I am an expert in Japanese culture and nothing is more important to me than face, honor and shame are huge to me. As we speak I am summoning a kamayama that makes the Tsushima kamikaze look like the Tokugawa shogunate in the face of Commodore Perry’s black ships.The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your floating world. You're Ikinari, kid, the very steak. I can wait in the jungle 30, nay 50 years, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my traditional karate techniques. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire history of the tea ceremony, you little unko. If only you could have known what kami retribution your little "omoshiroi" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue and not lost your face. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you kikanbo. I’ma Nobunaga your Hiei-san oshiri. By the time I’m finished collecting L’s from you all the Nihinjin will be able to pronounce them. You're chinko seppuku’d, oji-san, desu.