You scare me sometimes, The Spy of the Tiger.

jk.

Any o' y'all interested in checking out one of my more serious works?

"HALT. WHO GOES THERE?"

The stallion frowned, stepping closer to the door. "I've come to see the Princess."

"oh, I'm comING TO seE tHE PRIncESs!" the guard mocked. "What sorta business does a punk like you have with the Princess? You need somepony to hold your hoof? You need a blankie?"

"I--"

"OH CELESTIA," the guard sobbed, "I'M PROJECTING MYSELF ON OTHERS AGAIN!"

He promptly ran away, crying.

Nopony speaks of him.