#lance text

pidge: What the frick did you just frick say about me, you long-legged giant? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Galaxy Garrison, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Voltron, and I have over 300 confirmed rebel fighters ready to help me at my word. I am trained in piloting and engineering and I'm the youngest in the entire Voltron team. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the frick out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying that trash to me over the SMS device? Think again. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of allies across the universe and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're dead, lance. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can get you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the universe and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent. 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 tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will rain fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're dead, kiddo.

i didnt even think this was possible