What the fuck did you just hecking say about me, you fantastic human? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Niceposter Extraordinaire, and I’ve been involved in numerous hugfests on Mafia Universe, and I have over 300 confirmed compliments. I am trained in cute warfare and I’m the top niceposter in the entire Mafia Universe armed forces. You are everything to me and another target. I will hug you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my hugging words. You think you can get away with niceposting to me over the Internet? Think again, beautiful. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of lovers across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the lovefest, darlin. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call depression. You’re hecking happy, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can love you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in cuddly combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Nicepost Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your depression off the face of the continent, you lovely person. If only you could have known what holy retribution your compliment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have said it more. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price. I will rain hugs all over you and you will drown in it. You’re the best, kiddo.