If I ever find you. . . if I even even hear so much as where you live. . . I will hunt you down like a dog. I will make your children, parents, or friends weep, whichever is applicable. They will speak about your ignoble fate in hushed tones for centuries to come, saying, “This, this is what happens to children who are bad!” And it will be true. The papers won’t be able to print all the details. FOX News will have to apologize for even vaguely hinting at what was done to you. They’ll find you scattered across three counties, parts of you nailed to trees, and the rest used as fertilizer in Satan’s garden. And when I’m done with you, I’ll start on your family and your friends. So either walk away, or a make a choice you’ll regret. I’ve let you know, now you just have to make the right choice for yourself and your loved ones.

Fucker.