the worst offense [visual/locked from Feena]

[crapfully]

[Who's this pony? His face certainly isn't familiar...at least, not without that trademark black mask. But the voice, lower and flatter than it's ever sounded, is definitely Strong Bad's. Yes, apparently that's him, but he won't even look at the scroll directly.]

Lemme make one thing crystal-clear: I never want to hear a word about friendship again. At least not where I'm concerned.

I'm nobody's friend. Been there, tried it...and ended up being the bad guy anyway, so I'm thinking life's trying to tell me to stick to what I know. We're all be much happier pony-people this way, and that's just how it's gonna have to be.

So, uh...I hate you. I guess.

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[visual]

[controledfreak]

[Her horn glows and those last five words take a shape. She then causes it to disappear into the nothing.]

Now, that is taken care of.

Explain.

[visual]

[crapfully]

Yggs...

[Okay. He needs to tread very carefully, and he's probably already ruined himself. Again. But it's worth a shot?]

I hurt someone I really like...like I did with you. Again. And there weren't even any wind demons egging me on this time---it was all me, too blind to see I was letting her fall in love with me.

I broke her, and I can't fix it this time.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

And you are now facing regret.

I have heard that those that do prefer solitude, but it seems you are continuing communication.

...

Are you strange?

[visual]

[crapfully]

It's just how I deal with things. Shouting at the void, pretending people give a crap. Then comes the solitude part.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

I can provide you with a real void if you wish.

: [visual]

[crapfully]

...if I go there, is there any getting out?

[visual]

[controledfreak]

With your disposition, does it truly matter?

[visual]

[crapfully]

[Tough question. He has to think about it.]

...actually, it does. 'Cause I'm maybe not totally sure I wanna go through with this.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

Why?

[visual]

[crapfully]

Because I'm clearly going crazy-go-nuts, but I'd start to miss you.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

If it was my intention to do something irreversible to anyone, I would not announce it.

I would usually provide warning otherwise.

I would not want to risk losing a specimen that I have taken an interest in.

[visual]

[crapfully]

...uh, I guess in me-speak, I like you too. And nah, I'm not going anywhere.

I've gotta help her, or at least try. Even if she punches me in the face.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

...you still think you can change things?

[visual]

[crapfully]

Once upon a time I would've thrown my hands---hooves---whatever up.

But if I could reach you, I think I've got a shot at helping her.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

Reach me? I didn't know you were grabbing for me.

What would you do with me if you did?

[visual]

[crapfully]

...not physically. It's another one of those figures of speech. Emotional reaching.

I'm talking about that one time I was cruel and foot-in-mouthed and you blew my ears out and I had to make it right, I mean. I've gotta do that again.

But if you wanted to hang out, I mean...video games? Wrestling, Dance? I dunno, whatever you wanted to do.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

I did not see any reason to sever communication. Your fallibility is simply a new factor I take into consideration.

It is an irritating quality to possess, but no threat to me.

I do not believe we have ever wrestled.

[visual]

[crapfully]

More like it's the defining factor of my life.

But, uh...wrestling's kind of my specialty back home. I could teach you how it works. It's pretty fun once you get into it---or maybe video games are more your thing, I've got more of those.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

I find myself questioning why you would choose to do such things with me, knowing what you know about me and what I am capable of.

...

Regardless, those sound nice.

[visual]

[crapfully]

Because I trust you, I guess? You could crush me like an ant, but you don't want to, right?

[visual]

[controledfreak]

Usually.

[visual]

[crapfully]

...I think I like my odds.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

Hmpf.

[She wasn't about to go blabbing more to that effect, now was she?]

Should you not be worried more of the one you have harmed? I would think that would be a more pressing priority.

[visual]

[crapfully]

Yeah. I'm taking my letter for her, I'm giving her time to read it. Get over me a bit, talk when she's ready.

But that doesn't mean I don't want to chill with you too.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

Of course not.

But I grow tired of this conversation. And expedience is important, I would think.