CM: Whut do ye want, ya lil' weasel?

Me: Charles Manson.

CM: What the fook are ye on about with that hillbilly Manson? That's some crazy sh*t, mate. I don't have time to be talkin' 'bout that scoundrel.

Me: Charles Mansion.

CM: I don't give a fook if ye say it with a different word or not, ye're still talkin' 'bout that crazy son of a bitch Manson. Go find someone else to talk to about that muppet.

Me: Charles Mantis.

CM: Who the fook is Charles Mantis, and why should I care? Don't waste me time, ya little fool.

Me: Charles Manbun.

CM: Ha! Charles Manbun? That's a good one, ya lil' joker. I bet he looks like a fifty year old retired skateboarder. A little fat old man he looks like. But honestly, I don't give a fook about that manbun. I'm the fookin' pimp, rocking Gucci b*tch.

Me: Charles Mandolin.

CM: Can ye not come up with anything better than that, ya lil' rat? I don't care about Charles Mandolin or any other instrument that man plays. I'm too busy training to knock people out inside one round to worry about that scoundrel.

Me: Charles Mango.

CM: Mango? Are ye really that desperate to try and insult me, ya lil' bitch? Charles Mango doesn't mean nuttin' to me. I'm too busy being the double champ and running this sh*t to worry 'bout some hillbilly with a fruit for a last name. Keep trying, ya joker.

Me: Charles Mixin.

CM: Charles Mixin? Who the fook is that, ya lil' weasel? I don't have time to be talking 'bout some nobody. I'm the king of the octagon, and I only talk 'bout people who matter. If ye got nothing else to say, then shut your f*cking mouth.

Me: Charles Milkshake.

CM: Milkshake? What kind of name is that, ya lil' muppet? I don't care about Charles Milkshake or any other shake for that matter. The only shakes I care about are the ones I give my opponents after I knock them out cold. So ya can take your milkshakes and shove 'em up your arse, ya lil' rat.