You are alone. Utterly alone in these big woods, aside from the animals, who take no notice of you. There are no humans, just you.

You whisper, in a voice so quiet that not even the birds stir at it, “I don’t like Bronies and their misogyny.”

Suddenly a Brony comes crashing from the sky, shouting on the top of his lungs: “WE’RE NOT ALL LIKE THAT.”