Frostgage

 What the fudge did you just fudgin say about me, you little pony? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in magic kindergarten, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Nightmare Moon, and I have over 300 confirmed friendships. I am trained in magic warfare and I’m the top pony in the entire Equestrian armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another friend. I will wipe you the fudge out with friendship the likes of which has never been seen before on Equestria, mark my fudgin words. You think you can get away with saying that sneks to me over the Ponynet? Think again, fudger. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of pegasi across Equestria and your hoofprints are being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, magpie. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your hoof. You’re fudgin hecked, pony. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hug you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed friendship, but I have access to the entire arsenal of ponies and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable flank off the face of the continent, you little pony. If only you could have known what magical friendship your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fudgin tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn pony. I will sick friendship all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fudgin hecked, pony.