Sorry, if you want beaten to a pulp you'll have to look elsewhere (Wobbot, could you offer some guidance to young Hardware?).
Sure Rog, you go clean your underwear out (use SOAP this time!). Dear H, You low-life piece of [censored]. Don't make me kick your balls so hard they pop out of your mouth. I DO fight dirty. You beastly vile, pile of vermin intestines. Your friend, TheBillWobbot.
How was that Rog? That should divert attention away from you long enough for you to pack your bags and get out of town. Now RUN MOUSEY, RUN!
"I'll kick your legs from under you and run over your prostrate, flapping, whale-like body on my way to a comfortable six-minute pace for the remaining 21k".