"No," Scootaloo slowly backed Sweetie down into her chair, "we're not on anypony's side.  You wanted the truth, and you got it.  You wanted to know so badly, so stop whining like a spoiled little filly just because it's not the answer you wanted to hear.  The truth's the truth, and nothing's gonna change that."  Scootaloo tipped back her mug and downed the rest of its contents while doing her best to avoid the drunken death glare Sweetie was giving her from across the table.