"You're an old, skanky goat, with breath like a moat. Forgive me for being a gloat, but at least my champs a winner, not a bloat. Now if I may quote, your letter, your note, "Consequences will never be the same", you mutated zygote. Your little champ will get smote, it's no lie, he's a little shote. If this were a dictionary, he;d be a footnote. Now leave me alone, you crazy old coyote."