: You think that you are so much better than her, and that you have the right to sit here and laugh at her? That you can track her down simply to drag her through the mud, so you can feel better about your pitiful, shallow selves? That you can use her like a punching bag to fill the void in that wretched, meaningless existence you call a life, so you can face tomorrow feeling like you’re more than the worthless scum you are?
I swear to Celestia, if I ever catch you – or any of the miserable vermin from your ratpack – insulting her again, I will personally ensure that you will not live long enough to regret it
. Do. I. Make. Myself. CLEAR?!