>BONASERA (seated in front of the Don's desk, facing the camera):"I believe in /mlp/. /mlp/ has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the pony fashion. I gave her freedom, but -- I taught her never to dishonor the board culture. She found an Anon; not a lurker. She went to AIE threads with him; she stayed up late. I didn't protest. Two months ago, he took her to a different thread, with another Anon. They made her post in an abuse thread. And then they tried to show her Derpy Hooves being taken advantaged of. She resisted. She kept her honor. So they beat her, like Scootaloo. When I went to the hospital, her 'puter was a'broken. Her keyboard was a'shattered, held together by wire. She couldn't even bump any character generals because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life -- beautiful girl. Now she will never post again."[Bonasera breaks down. The Don gestures to Sonny to give Bonasera a drink]"Sorry..."[Bonasera, taking the drink, sips from the cider mug]"I -- I went to the Jannies, like a good poster. These two Anon's were brought to attention. The Mod sentenced them to a three day ban -- suspended sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day! I stood in front of my monitor like a fool. And those two bastard, they KEK'd at me. Then I said to my wife, "for justice, we must go to Don Corleone.""
>CORLEONE (sitting behind his desk, petting a mare)"Why did you go to the Janitors? Why didn't you come to me first?">BONASERA"What do you want of me? Tell me anything. But do what I beg you to do.">CORLEONE"What is that?"[Bonasera gets up to whisper his request into Don Corleone's ear]"That I cannot do.">BONASERA"I'll give you anything you ask.">VITO CORLEONE"We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you came to me for a reply, for a (you). I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your thread for a green, even though my wife is a drawfag to your waifu. But let's be frank here: you never wanted my snowpity. And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt.">BONASERA"I didn't want to get banned.">VITO CORLEONE"I understand. You found paradise in /mlp/, had good posts, made a good thread. The jannies protected you; and there were global rules. And you didn't need a friend of me. But uh, now you bump me and you say -- "Don Corleone give me justice." -- But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer snowpity. You don't even think to call me Clopfather. Instead, you come into my thread on the day my tulpa is to be finished, and you uh ask me to permaban, for (you)s.">BONASERA"I ask you for justice.">VITO CORLEONE"That is not justice; your daughter is still lurking.">BONASERA"Then they can suffer then, as she suffers. How much shall I pay you?">VITO CORLEONE (stands, turning his back toward Bonasera)"Bonasera... Bonasera... What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? Had you come to me in snowpity, then this Anon that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And that by chance if an honest poster such as yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.">BONASERA"Be my friend ---- Clopfather?"(Bonasera kisses his hand)>VITO CORLEONE"Good. Some thread, and that thread may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But uh, until that day -- accept this justice as a gift on my tulpa's creation day.">BONASERA"Grazie, Clopfather."
>rape
It insists upon itself.
I appreciate the effort
>You horsefuckers really make me laugh, you know that?>I TALKED to Faustzini..
