>Questioning the linguistic mechanics of fluffy ponies.
>Your fluffy pony waddles over to you and babbles "Fwuffy hungee. Me want sketties!!"
>You pull out a handgun, cock it and point it right into your pones face.
>It serious' the fuck up.
>"Master, I am hungry. I would like some spaghetti,please!" with its hooves up in the air.
>You put the gun away.
>You are second guessing a lot of things right now.