What in the name of The King did you just bloody say about the Empire, you little “patriot”? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Royal Marines, and I've been involved in numerous tours of duty across the Empire against the French, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in anti-gorilla warfare and I'm the top sharpshooter in the entire Imperial armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you and your Bob Tailed wife out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my bloody words. You think you can get away with saying those scum-stained words to me across the Atlantic? Think again, “patriot”. As you write I am contacting our network of spies across the Americas and your address is being found right now so you better prepare for the storm, scrub. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're bound for hell, blunderbuss. I can be anywhere within days, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my musket stock. Not only am I extensively trained in bayonet combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Marines and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable rear off the face of the continent, you little blighter. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" “declaration” was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your quill. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamned back biter. I will lob iron fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're bloody dead, puff guts.