The interesting thing about Skyrock was he was friendly to everyone who would actually fight him and try. He would make friends with people and genuinely care about them. The only people who never made friends with him were the ones that were too afraid to stop running and fight; too petty to let bygones be bygones; and those that were too butthurt to stop and receive his friendship. All these categories of people are small and wimpish and evince their constitution by hating a very likable person.
So keep hating and we will keep seeing what sad, little, sniveling vermin you really are.