Oh holy mother of fuck. This was bad

Fils de putain

Christ on a Popsicle stick.

was cussing me out from A to Z.

I can't. Like, that's how bad it was. I really can't even paraphrase it without cussing. He said something about, 'Something, something, beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep, you beep.' Seriously, that's exactly what he said to me. I promise you.

Aspiring Asimovs!