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.

Comments

[Visual]

[crapfully]

...seriously? You'd do that? Do you even know the first thing about me?

[Sorry, man. He's looking just a little skeptical. No one's straight up invited him to friendshiptimes before.]

[Visual]

[twotailedgenius]

I've never joked about something like this. And hey, you haven't even told me your name, or anything about you. But I don't think you'd be a bad friend to have. You meant well, and you did what you thought was best in the situation. Instead of trying to get everyone to hate you and let you beat up on yourself, how about giving the one you care about some space and make some other friends in the meantime? Feena will come around. She always does.

Friendship is important for so many reasons. If everyone gave up friendships because of one or two mistakes... nobody would have any friends. Friends make mistakes, they make up for mistakes. Everything will be okay, in time. You won't lose her friendship. I'll talk to her about it, if you'd like me to.

[Visual]

[crapfully]

...No. Don't talk to her---I mean. do. She's your friend, she needs you. But I don't want her talking to me unless she wants to hear it. Me apologizing, I mean.

[Okay, good. He's starting to calm down.]

And I'm called Strong Bad, by the way.

[Emphasis on the bad.]