“I kissed both of your aunts on the nose once, they seemed to like me… You smell like Celly, but if she were a piece of dung.” With that, I sat up, booped Blueblood’s nose with mine, before happily trotting off with my newly acquired stash of books. While I was walking away, Blueblood was contemplating what I just did to him, and I started running a little faster when he started screaming and yelling slurs about ponies… for some reason. That’s pretty bucked up, Poopy Face, some foals might hear you.