User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150405070459


 * Goldfin gasps.

Why, you...


 * Channeling her inner mariner, Goldfin readies herself to unleash an ungodly storm of profanity the like of which Equestria has rarely seen.

Yellow, lowlife, sandy son of a backward barnacle! Mangy, flea-ridden, nightcrawler! I ought to take my trident and shove it up your **dolphin chirp** aft end the **foghorn** long way! If I were your **dock bell** mother, I'd be ashamed even to have looked at the **seal bark** mongrel whose seed became the **gull squawk** scum I now behold!... Whew... No offense, Strongheart...

Flashfire: "Phew... Yes, that's what I meant, but if it's not something we absolutely have to deal with... I guess it's not the worst possible outcome."