“We’re supposed to do what we get paid to do, and I get paid to listen to Officer Lapse, not somepony who grew up in a cave like a fucking pliohippus.” Stepping leaned over me. I tried not to let our difference in height shake me. A cruel glint filled his eyes as he gazed at the tip of his spear. “Evening Sonnet, fuck-up extraordinaire. Always making more work for the good, honest ponies of Seventh Company. You know, I bet nopony would mind if you stayed in Grimbush. I think it would be poetic if you decided to make a home here with the rest of the parasites.”