Well… I suppose I have been lucky thus far. Most of my questions have at least an ounce of tact, even if they were baselessly insulting.

I’ve been in my share of fights. I’ve been beat up, thrown around, had my life threatened more times than I can count.

How about you, little foal? Everything been just daisy with you? Did you have parents to tuck you into bed at night? I know I didn’t. Somepony to look out for you if you got in trouble? All I had was a place to rest my head at night. Sometimes I didn’t even make it back there. And no pony came running; no pony looked for me. If I showed up, I showed up. If I died, no pony would have cared. I’m not asking for sympathy, I’m not even asking for tact from you.

I guess what I’m saying is…

Is insinuating that I’m both male and a eunuch really the best you can do? I’ve slept through worse in an alleyway while being stepped on.