He speaks with a similar volume to the blue mare, his tone jovial and malicious and his voice slightly distorted in a bizarre, almost electric fashion. The mare yells back at him, and I can think of no other instances where the threat carried in somezebra’s tone alone was so direct, so promising, and so frightening by it’s own virtue. But he simply laughs back, either refusing or unable to take her seriously. And as he laughs, his own tone shifts to a threatening one as well. It’s terrifying for a very different reason: not for it’s promise to do terrible things, but for it’s promise to delight in causing whatever he is promising, with no possibility of mercy or reprieve. Between the two, I don’t know which type of threat scares me more.