>My goodness, Anon. I’ve caught a whiff of your genitalia,

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>My goodness, Anon. I’ve caught a whiff of your genitalia, and by God, do they omit a most unpleasant odor. It’s a scent I’ve not seen since my days in the war, when we had to stand atop the bodies of the fallen in the trenches to escape the grasping mud beneath our hooves. It conjures imaginings of pain, of grotesque torture, of some of the most reviled concepts known to our kind. In short, your, erm, your pee-pee. It really stinks.
>I’ve no idea how and if you clean yourself, but whatever the circumstances, they are inadequate. You are revolting. This is an offense to the very notion of hygiene. God help you if Rarity caught this scent before I. I feel it is my moral duty, no, my existential duty, to assist you. Yes, Anon, I’d like to help you with your predicament. I know the solution for this problem, and if you’d let me employ it, you and I would be the only beings privy to this most embarrassing situation.
>So, what say you, Anon? Would you like me to help clean your stinky pee-pee?