...Heheh. "Luna-tic"
Shut ze buck up.
Hail Celestia! *Chucks more apples at you*
AnonymousHow deed you even get eento ze Moon Ceety, you buckink lunateek!?
*Throws apples at you*
Anonymous*Is hit in the face, but teleports out of the way of the applebarrage and onto a roof*
Vhat ze hell eez ze mahtter vith you!?
*He shifts in his seat, nervous*
I ahm unsure, my Qveen. I theenk he vanted to meet vith you personahlly to deescuss eet.
“We would be amenable to that.” Nightmare Moon stands, and walks over to the window. She stares out at the simulated night sky, for a moment. “If possible, We should meet him outside the city. Would you be able to arrange that?”
I vould, da. Vhere vould you like to meet him?
“Outside the city, but within the borders of the Everfree forest. That should ensure the least possible chance for… complications.”
I cahn do zat. Eet vill take me aht least ah day to make ze ahrrangements, but naht much longer zen zat.
Nightmare Moon nods, interested.
“Tell Us, what would he require to seal this alliance?”
*He shifts in his seat, nervous*
I ahm unsure, my Qveen. I theenk he vanted to meet vith you personahlly to deescuss eet.
“We would be amenable to that.” Nightmare Moon stands, and walks over to the window. She stares out at the simulated night sky, for a moment. “If possible, We should meet him outside the city. Would you be able to arrange that?”
I vould, da. Vhere vould you like to meet him?
Ponies, gather round. Ah have another movin’ tale t’ tell.
Tuh story of Latawnya, tuh Naughty Horse. She learns t’ say “no” t’ drugs.
This story starts off all well ‘n dandy. Latawnya is happy! She’s popular! She hung out with her frien’s an’ everypony liked her!
Then these out of town horses trot along, ‘n they offer her some drugs! It’s great how lovely all these horses are, sharin’ their supply with everypony else!
But then Latawnya’s BUZZKILL SQUARE sisters decide that they AIN’T cool enough fer Connie, tuh out a town horse, ‘n they go TELL on Latawnya like some fuckin’ RATS.
‘N then Latawnya is forced t’ stop takin’ drugs, through subtle death threats and flat-out LIES. They say drugs c’n kill! What BULLSHIT.
So Latawnya spends tuh rest of her days as a borin’ square, ‘n everypony pretends t’ be out when she comes aroun’ because she’s a dull buzzkill.
It wus a TERRIBLE tale. Don’ ever read this book. EVER.
Ah. Drugs. Zat eexplains your lahck ov eentelligence, you ahre rottink your own brain vith poison.
Course.
*He looked around, paranoid, then spoke in a whisper* Ze megahspell threat? Eet vahs naht Solahrs.
