What did you say, Loyalist? You dare question my resolve? I am a soldier of the Continental Army, trained in the art of guerrilla warfare, honed by the fires of battle. I have crossed the Delaware, faced redcoats on the field, and I possess a skill set beyond your comprehension.

You think your king and army can intimidate me? Think again. I have the will of liberty coursing through my veins, and a mind sharper than any bayonet. I have fired my musket with unmatched accuracy, and I’ve outmaneuvered your kind at every turn.

You are nothing to me but a loyalist lackey, and I will rain down a hail of rebellion upon you. You’re not prepared for the force that is the spirit of independence! I will take to the battlefield and make you regret ever crossing paths with an American patriot.

I’ll unleash a storm of cannon fire that will echo through the ages. You can’t even begin to fathom the lengths to which I would go to defend my freedom, and when I’m through, you’ll be begging to be part of my cause.

So, while you sit there in your fine London attire, clutching your tea, remember this: I fight not just for myself, but for my countrymen and the very ideals of liberty. You’ve mistaken my humility for weakness, but I assure you, the wrath of a free man is something you cannot comprehend.

Try me, you loyalist fool.