“So you’re a weak, stupid little pony?” I tilted my head again. “Because if you were big and strong like my old mother, you would reach around and cut my stomach open while laughing like a maniac!” By the way, I’ve been sitting in front of this cloud pony for weeks, six weeks actually. We’ve been talking, and this has been how our conversation has been going. He would try to get me to think of poopy thoughts, and then I try and can’t think of anything. Once, I thought of this. But then I forgot what I was thinking and it would piss Sombra off.