Yeah, well, I'm Malcolm Fucking Tucker, Director of Communications. I've destroyed tougher guys than you with just two words. I've fought tougher demons that you can imagine in your worst fucking nightmares. I led my party to overthrow the fucking Tory stronghold three times. So, I really don't give a shit who you are, or what you've apparently done.
I actually do sympathise, to some extent. But you have to remember, this is not your world, little boy. And people here don't take too kindly to fucking death threats. At risk of sounding like a fucking hippy, you've got a chance to start again here. Does that not mean something? Whatever happened at home, it doesn't fucking matter here.
If you want to use this opportunity to raise a mob up against yourself, go right ahead. If you're going to be a fucking idiot about it, that's your problem. But I'd think long and hard about it before you make any stupid fucking threats you might regret.
And stop threatening your sister while you're at that.