What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little twerp? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class of Canterlot High, and Ive been involved in numerous secret hazings on the student body, and I have bullied 300 confirmed losers. I am trained in psychological  warfare and Im the top gossiper in the entirity of Canterlot High. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will slander you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this alternate universe, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me in class? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across campus and your homeroom is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your reputation. Youre fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can make fun of you in over seven hundred ways, and thats just off the top of my head. Not only am I extensively trained in blackmail, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Forbidden Archives and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the yearbook, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little clever comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldnt, you didnt, and now youre paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. Youre fucking dead, Twilight.