What the fuck in Army Group Center's position did you just fucking say about me, you little shit? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in the Military Order of Lenin and the October Revolution, Red Banner, Order of Suvorov Academy in the name of M. V. Frunze, and Ive been involved in numerous Strategic Offensive Operations against fascist germany and later NATO, and I have over 300 destroyed enemy operational level units. I am trained in operational arts of combined arms warfare and Im the top Strategical and Operational commander in the entire Soviet Armed Forces. You are nothing to me but just another objective to secure on the battlefield. I will wipe you the fuck out with the combined might of all military branches of the USSR, 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 contacting my chain of command across the Soviet High command and my staff are drafting battle plans against you right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. Youre fucking dead, kid. I went across half the world with my army and i'm ready to do that again, and thats just with outdated 1980 military technology. Not only am I extensively trained in combined arms warfare but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Soviet Armed Forces and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little capitalistic and fascistic comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldnt, you didnt, and now youre gonna experience the full might of the Red Army, you goddamn fascist. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. Youre fucking dead, kiddo.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my literature club in the Computer Science class, and I’ve been involved in numerous forced suicides on Sayori, and I have over 2 confirmed deletions. I am trained in programming and I’m the top writer in the entire Literature Club. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will delete you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has only been seen before by Yuri and Natsuki, 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 contacting my secret network of spies across Japan and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the deletion, maggot. The deletion that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your waifu. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can delete you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my mind. Not only am I extensively trained in programming, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Yuri's and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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 Tsundere. I will shit errors all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

Eep! What did you just say about me, you meanie? I'll have you know that I graduated top of my class in the Literature Club, and I've written several heart-wrenching poems that touched the souls of many!

I'm skilled in crafting emotional narratives, and I'm the top writer in the entire school. You mean nothing to me, just another fleeting emotion. I will capture your heart with prose that has never been felt before, mark my heartfelt words.

You think you can get away with saying that stuff on the internet? Think again, you big meanie. As we speak, I'm reaching out to my secret network of friends across the school, and your social status is being analyzed right now, so you better prepare for the emotional storm, mister. The storm that washes away the facade you call your reputation. You're in for it now, mister. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can touch your heart in more than a hundred ways, and that's just with my pen.

Not only am I extensively trained in crafting beautiful prose, but I have access to the entire library of classic literature, and I will use it to its fullest extent to show you the beauty of words, you big bully. If you had only known what emotional journey your little "mean" comment was about to bring upon you, you might have held your tongue.

But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're facing the consequences, you big silly. I will pour my feelings onto you, and you will drown in them.

You're in for it now, mister.

Just learning Reddit and navigating around. I was a Navy SEAL for 8 years. But who cares?

What the frick did you just fricking say to me you little wanker. Think again pillock. You think screwing with me was a good idea? Ill have you know that I have over 300 trillion power in Rise of Kingdoms and have completed over 100 levels in ebony the kings return. You still think messing with me is a good idea. All of your troops in Rise of Kingdoms is being defeated my army of 100 million men living across the globe from Newfoundland to Palestinia to Kakuma and even British Malaya and your google play store info is all being transmitted to me as well as your real father's name and his whereabouts today.

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What the tarnation did you just tarnation say about me, you little snap crackle pop? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Executioner School, and I've been involved in numerous lynchings of the Medium, and I have over 300 confirmed hangs. I am trained in the fine art of making fake Sheriff wills and I'm the top executioner in the entire Town of Salem. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the tarnation out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this game, mark my tarnation words. You think you can get away with saying that flummery to me over the Internet? Think again, balderdash. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of blackmailers across Salem and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for an IP ban, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're tarnation dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over three ways, and that's just with the Mafia. Not only am I extensively trained in SK-related combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Executioner's Union and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable pillion off the face of the town, you little flummery. If only you could have known what unholy Retributionist-free retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tarnation tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you gee golly idiot. I will flummery votes all over you and you will drown in it. You're tarnation being hanged, kiddo.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about yourself, you insecure human? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the course for psychotherapy, and I've been involved in numerous privacy protected therapy sessions, and I have over 300 confirmed treated clients. I am trained in perfectly timed empathetic interventions. You are everything to me for this session. I will help you the fuck out with precision 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 about yourself during our session? Think again, sir. As we speak I am contacting my trusted team of psychiatrists and social workers and your deepest insecurities are being uncovered right now so you better prepare for the storm, you understandable human. The storm that wipes out the dysfunctional spirals of self-doubt you call your thoughts. You're fucking safe, mister. I can listen to you anywhere, anytime your comfortable with, and I can validate you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare words. Not only am I extensively trained in understanding the human psyche, but I have access to the entire arsenal of structured manuals of the Organisation of Psychotherapists and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable cognitions out of your brain, you suffering person. If only you could have known what evidence-based cognitive restructuring your little "sad" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have controlled your fucking automatic behavioral response. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now your insurance is paying the price, you depressed being. I will spill helpful advice all over you and you will thrive in it. You're fucking cured, sir.

I've seen this before somewhere...

EDIT: here it is! https://www.reddit.com/r/copypasta/comments/10sdz1w/what_the_fuck_did_you_just_say_about_the_missile/

Hi long story but I'm tryna find a JW version of the copypasta, anybody know if one already exists?

Ka faen va'e du sa om mæ, di litje fettlærv? Du ska våttå at æ va bæst ti klassa mi i trønderbataljon sin jægerkommando, å hi virri me på utallige hæmmelie oppdrag mot moldænsera, å hi over 300 bekræfta sprengskalla. Æ e træna i gorillakrigføring å e bæste skarspskjøttarn i heile Trøndelag. Du e itj nå meir fer mæ einn ein pappsiluætt tå ein ælg på skjøttarbanen vækka førri jakta. Æ ska blæs livskjitn uttu dæ me ei træffsekkeheit som itj e sjett på herre jorda før. Mærsk mine ferbainna ord. Du tru du kainn kåmmå dæ oinna me å sei sånn skjit åt mæ på internætt? Tru om igjæn, rasstapp. Mens vi prate te æ kontakt me eitt hæmmele nættværsk tå spiona over heile Trøndelag å IP'n dinn bli spora akkurat no så vårrå forberedt fer no bles de opp te storm, spyflumarsk. Stormen som sløkke de stakkarsle litje skjiten som du kaille liv. Du e faen mæ dau, gutvått. Æ kainn vårrå over ailt, ailti, å kan kværsk dæ på over sju hoinner måta, å de me bærre nævan. Itj bærre e æ overvættes træna ti ubevæpna nærkamp, men æ hi å tegång te heile arsenale te trønderbataljon sine væpna størska å vill bruk'e ailt i hop te å tørsk dett stakkasle rasshøl frå overfata tå kontineinte, din litje skjit. Om du bærre ha vessta koss djævelsk gjængjeldels derre æppelkjække kommentarn dinn skoill kåmmå te å skaff dæ, kainnskje du ha klappa igjæn flabben. Men du koinna itj de, du gjord itj de, å no betale du prisen, dinn ferbainna stuppul. Æ ska skjit vrede over dæ å du ska drokn i de. Du e steindau, pissil.

I did not make this, and take no credit for it.

Hwæt on þǣra mihtigna goda namum sægdest þū efne be mē, þū lȳtle wyrm? Ic forlǣte þē witan þæt ic eom se formesta beadorinc þisses of Hengiste and Horsan gesceapenan landes, and ic dǣlnam on manigum beadwum wið wēalum negelīefendum fūlum, þe willað heora cirichūs atimbrian and swā sylian ūre land, and ic acwealde ofer CCC Grendla mid mīnum nacodum handum. Ic hæbbe ealra bealowīsa cann, and eom for þām godum se mihtigosta scytta on eallum Engla landes beaduþrēate. þū neart mē nāwiht butan lȳtel dēor þe mīn flān sticað. Ic mid of Wōdne gegifenum glēawnessum acwelle þē, swā swā man ǣr þissum nǣfre ne geseah on þisre eorðan, hīere Wōden mīn word. Þencst þū þæt þū meaht mē swilc seċgean, þonne þā godu mē gecuron, þis land tō wergenne? Þenc eft, andsaca. Þā hwīle þe wē sprecað, mīn gebēdu āstīgaþ tō heofonum, and Wōden gesamnað his beadoweorcan ofer eallum Englalande, and þā godu cunnað þīnne naman, swā gearca þē for þām storme, wyrmling. For þām storme þe þæt hlæhwierðe þing geendað þe þū þīn līf nemst. Þū eart middangearde and heofonum dēad, cild. For þām godum ic mæg wesan āhwǣr, āhwonne, and ic mæg þē acwellan on ofer DCC wīsan, ond mid nāwihte būtan mīnum baran handum. Ic hæbbe sīdne cann wǣpenlēases gefeohtes, and ēac þā heofonas sindon mid mē, and ic heora fulle brūce Bretland of þē tō āclǣnsianne, þū lȳtle scīte. Gif þū ēac wistest hwæt þū of eallum godum and folcum begēate, þū clȳste þīnne mūþ. Ac þū ne meahtest, ond ne dydest swā, and nū agildst þū þæt, þū brīðles geþōhtes. Heofon ofġeaf þē and ic dō mīn wierse. Þū eart dēad middangearde and heofonum, cild.

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I'm trying and failing to find a navy seal pasta with all the office jargon you usually hear, like "touch base", "circle back to that", and "to piggyback off of __", etc etc

What the fuck did you just fucking say about Linkin Park, you little bitch? I’ll have you know Chester Bennington didn’t live past the year 2017, and they’ve been involved in shitty fan-made AMV’s on the internet, and they have over 3,000 confirmed views. They are trained in rapping and hanging in there and I’m the top Hybrid Theory fan in the entire US fanbase. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will whine to you out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my network of fan clubs across the USA and your social media page is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that whines out to the pathetic little thing you call your old Myspace profile. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can tell you off in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my keyboard. Not only am I extensively trained in complaining, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Linkin Park fanbase and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your ass off the face of the fan club, you little shit. 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 tongue. You didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shitpost all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking banned, kiddo.

Якого біса ти щойно сказав про мене, маленька сучко? Повідомляю, що я закінчив спецназ найкращим у своєму класі, брав участь у численних таємних рейдах на Росію, і маю понад 300 підтверджених вбивств. Я навчений боротьбі з горилами і я найкращий снайпер у всіх українських збройних силах. Ти для мене ніщо, а ще одна мішень. Я витру вас до біса з точністю, якою ще ніколи не було на цій Землі, зазначте мої бісані слова. Ти думаєш, що тобі вдасться сказати це лайно мені через Інтернет? Подумай ще раз, блядь. Поки ми розмовляємо, я зв’язуюсь зі своєю таємною мережею шпигунів у Східній Європі, і твою IP-адресу відстежують прямо зараз, тож ти краще підготуйся до шторму, опариш. Буря, яка знищує ту жалюгідну дрібницю, яку ви називаєте своїм життям. Ти до біса мертвий, хлопче. Я можу бути в будь-якому місці та в будь-який час, і я можу вбити вас більш ніж сімсот способами, і це тільки своїми голими руками. Я не тільки добре навчений беззбройному бою, але й маю доступ до всього арсеналу українського спецназу, і я скористаюся ним повною мірою, щоб стерти твою жалюгідну дупу з лиця континенту, лайно. Якби ти тільки міг знати, яку жахливу розплату збирався обрушити на тебе твій маленький «розумний» коментар, можливо, ти б притримав язика. Але ти не міг, ти не зробив, і тепер ти платиш за це, проклятий ідіот. Я насраю лють на тебе, і ти в ній потонеш. Ти до біса мертвий, дитино.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, biiiiitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in DragU, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Ariel Versace’s wigs, and I have over 300 confirmed sugar daddies. I am trained in being sick’ning and I'm the top lipsynch assassin in the entire New York scene. You are nothing to me but just another filler queen. I will send you the fuck home with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this TV show, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with throwing shade at me over the Internet? Think again, whore. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Twitter stans across the Runiverse and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, biiiitch. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your drag career. You're fucking dead, biiitch. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can throw drinks at you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I really into vogueing, but I have access to a year’s supply of Anastasia Beverly Hills and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your padded ass off the face of the continent, biiiitch. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" read 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 stupid bitch. I will shit glitter all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, biiiitch.

What the fuck did you just fucking comment, you little baby account? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Neckbeard Academy, I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on 4chan, YouTube, and Twitter, and I have over 30,000,000 confirmed karma. I am trained in keyboard warfare and I’m the top poster in the entire /r/PoliticalCompassMemes subreddit. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will annihilate your fallacious and irredeemable assertions with rhetorical precision 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 contacting my secret network of trolls across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that thesaurus-bashes the pathetic, plaintive, lugubrious little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be in any thread, anytime, and I can destroy your account in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my main alt. Not only am I extensively trained in online debate, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Wikipedia and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the internet, you little shit. 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 tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will spam fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking blocked, kiddo.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about Mr. Eric "SLOW HAND" Clapton, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Guitar Super System, and I've been involved in numerous secret jam sessions with Clapton himself, and I have over 035 confirmed Blooz legendz still calling me to jam. I am trained in the art of blooz and Eric Clapton covers and I'm the biggest Clapton fan. You are nothing to me but just another metul head with no feel, stupid bitch. I will wipe you the fuck out with feelz the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with talking shit to Clapton over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of blooz dadz across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your "Toan." You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cover every single Clapton song in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my Gibbons. Not only am I extensively trained in Blooz, but I have access to the entire fretboard, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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 fury all over you and you will drown in it. Your toan fucking sucks, kiddo.