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]

[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.

[visual]

[crapfully]

...you're right. I'm on it.

[Just before he clicks off, though, he points an insistent hoof.]

But don't think I'm forgetting. I'll be back for you.

[visual]

[controledfreak]

Perhaps.

[She's expecting it.]