What in the Emperor's name did you just fucking say about me, you fucking heretic? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Schola Progenium, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Chaos and Xenos, and I have over 30,000 confirmed executions. I am trained in Catachan warfare and I'm the top commissar in all of the Imperium. You are nothing to me but just another pathetic and cowardly guardsmen to execute. I will wipe you out to the Warp and back with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this Galaxy, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that heresy to me over the vox? Think again, heretic. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Officio Prefectus and your exact location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, traitor. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, heretic. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can execute you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bolt pistol. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Astra Militarum and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of this side of the rift, 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 miserable tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn traitor. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, heretic.