"Hey guys, it's me, Iago, and I'm fucking pissed, and this is going out to the people who make fucking FACEBOOK! FUCKING FACEBOOK! MARK FUCKING ZUCKERBERG! WHILE I FUCKING SUCK MY DICK-ERBURG! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OVER THERE?", the parrot raged, before he explains.
Iago then explains, "I use your fucking website every day, I use it to run my fucking business, I use it to write to my fucking friends, I clicked your fucking ads, I clicked your fucking links! And I use it to send messages to my family! ...I use it every day for the last four fucking years, I use it on my PHONE!"
The parrot then looks at his phone for a second for an example.
"And now...six months ago! I try to send a message, and every time I do, do you wanna download Facebook Messenger? NO, I can already send messages, to the fucking app!", Iago explains, as he then repeats, "Do you wanna download Facebook Messenger? NO, I CAN ALREADY SEND MESSAGES TO THE FUCKING APP!", he yelled. "So, I don't download your fucking shitty Facebook Messenger...and now you make me do it; now you turn it off! Now I can't send messages through your fucking app, without your goddamn fucking Messenger!"
Iago took a breather, who then yelled out,
"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOOOOU! I don't want Messenger, and I tried to install it...and it says you need access to all my SHIT! All my contacts, all my names, all my numbers, all my phone calls, you have to access my phone, so I can send a message on fucking FACEBOOK!"
After this, Iago lets out all his rage on it.
"FUCK YOU, I'm so done! I'm so fucking done! I'm so...fucking...done...!", Iago screamed as he started wrecking his iPhone with a hammer, "...I'm fucking done...with fucking Facebook!", he says as he wrecks his phone for the last several times, calming down definitely.