Twalot Spakl's letter to Celestia.

What the buck did you just bucking say about me, you little mare? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Iron Will's assertiveness seminars. I've been involved in numerous, secret weddings in Canterlot, and I have over 300 confirmed Sonic Rainbooms. I am trained in pony warfare, and I'm the top flyer in the entire Equestria Armed Forces. You are nothing to me, but just another parasprite. I will love and tolrate you the buck out with unicorn spells the likes of which has never been casted before on this land, mark my bucking works. You think you can get away with sending that crab-apple to me over firebreathing scrolls? Think again, neighsayer. As we speak, I am contacting my secret network of pegasi, across Equestria, and your IP is being traced right now. So you better prepare to tolerate the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're bucking banished, filly. I can write friendship reports anywhere, anytime and send them in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unicorn magic, but I have access to the Elements of Harmony in the entire Equestria Marine Corps. And I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off of Ponyville, you little filly. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "great and powerful" boasting was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would've held your bucking wings. But you couldn't, you didn't and now you're paying the bits, you Celestiadamn idiot, I will buck apples all over you. And you will drown in it. You're bucking banished, filly.