During your rambling and incoherent response to my previous public post,
you try to make several conflicting points. You say that I'm guilty of
dramatizing your apology, implying my post was serious. You then cry
about me "passing judgement" on you and suggest I remove a stick that's
making me "cross". Yet, in the middle of your post you refer to mine as
a "quip" which was "mildly amusing" but was "irrelevant to the situation
at hand". So, let's analyze what we've got so far, shall we? You're
weeping openly, and are deeply wounded and offended at my post, which
you admit was intended as a (dark) humor of sorts, and you found it to
be amusing. You even go so far as to say that it had nothing to do with
your situation. Yet, it struck close enough to the mark for you to feel
as though you had to mount this very public, and very transparent
"defense" (and I use that term in the loosest sense of the word) for
your apology.

You also assume that I'm an angry individual. You couldn't be further
from the mark. Ask any Mhaldorian, and they can probably tell you I
harbor less anger than just about anyone in the city. I enjoy deriding
those I feel deserve it. There's no anger or malice of forethought. It
gives me, and apparently the many that messaged me laughing and
congratulating me for my previous post, a smile. You happened to bear
the unfortunate brunt of it on this occasion. Cry me a river and hold
your skirt down, your panties are showing.

You never asked for my opinion, you're absolutely right. I'll give it to
you anyway. I'll even do it free of charge. Don't worry about that.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 425 AF.