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]

[crapfully]

I know. And I know she's gonna find some perfect guy. But...I can't stop thinking I could've stopped her sooner, before it got this bad.

I could try protecting her from everything else, but not me.

[Visual]

[caneattheseapples]

Gotta be honest. That's some hogshit, the idea of protecting others from yourself.

Shit ain't possible while still hanging around other people. All it's going to do is hurt yourself and everyone else a shit ton more.

[Visual]

[crapfully]

[He has to think a minute to start to grasp what she means.]

The answer, then, is to not hang around with other people, right? I can get my hermit act down.

[Visual-Private]

[caneattheseapples]

No. The answer, goddammit, is to get back up and out there.

Look bro, I'm not trying to come down on your ass like some insane raging storm. But you know damn well better than this by now.

C'mon. You need some company or shit?

[Visual-Private]

[crapfully]

...maybe I...do?

[Ugh, this is so messed up. He yanks on his mane in frustration.]

I can get back up on the horse. Hog. Uh...mountain. Eventually.