[There is a clang of noise. Only, 'clang' is not a sufficient word to decribe the ripe cacophany of falling metal and squishy teen troll. The communicator comes on in just enough time to catch the loud and really rather angry vulgarity hidden in the middle of the noise.]
SHIT FUCKING FRONDBITER ASSFUCKS.
[The noise stops, except for the necessary little tinkle of metal just after you think everything is all over.