A literary work of art like Sherlock Holme does not deserve to so much as touch the realization of this post-modern contempopary equine filth. I hope you are trampled by a horse one day. And not one of these cutesy, spray-painted humanoid ponies, either. I mean a real, genuine, odd-toed ungulate mammal that could crush you to bits. The irony would teach us all a lesson.
Thank you for comparing me to Napoleon, the brave conqueror. Truly, you will never compare to him, and you wish others well who do. You are the hero the earth needs.