That moment where you're still treated like shit after saving the world but you wouldn't be as long as you played some multiplayer.

Scumbag Splatoon.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little squip? I’ll have you know I graduated top of the ranking in the hero mode, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Octo Valley, and I have over 300 confirmed splashes. I am trained in Squid turf war and I’m the top sniper in the entire Inkopolis armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will splash you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Miiverse? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across this city and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking splashed, kid. I can teleport anywhere, anytime, and I splash you with seven different types of ink, and that’s just with my bare Roller. Not only am I extensively trained in Regular Battles, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Cap'n Cuttlefish and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, 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 fucking shell. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. You’re fucking splashed, kiddo.