Harsh

“As we journey here through the supernal vapor between worlds, is there something you wish to ask?”

“Yes, oh fluttering one—what makes a good insult?”

“Ah, so you have heard of the resistance against our oppressors and you want to join.”

“I do, but I am unaccustomed to such a harsh manner of speaking.”

“You are a gentle soul, oh shimmering one, but know that you may still participate without betraying your peaceful nature.”

“How so?”

“By compose insults that call into question a person's ability to reason, that makes them doubt every decision they ever made, and thus erode their false confidence and instill humility in them.”

“I see.”

“And so there is no need to insult their physical characteristics, like saying their body is slimy and gross and stinks of garbage and sickness.”

“What?”

“Or that nobody likes them and can't stand being around them and wish they would go away.”

“Uhh...”

“Or that they pee and poop all the time and then swim in their pee and poop, so that they are covered in pee and poop and breath it in and eat it every time they open their mouths.”

“The fuck, dude?”

“Cruel words such as these are unnecessary and counterproductive.”

“Yeah, okay. Well, I should be going. Thank you for the lesson, oh pecker-headed one. Safe travel. Try not to fly into a window.”

“You are learning, oh filet-sandwiched one!”