AnonymousE-hug? Didn’t putting the letter ‘e’ before things go out after the previous Equestrian economic collapse? The one before this one, We mean.
Well, in any event, thank you! *E-hugs back.*
What? We thought Relena was married to proto-something-or-other. The robot fellow.
That’s fine with Us.
Are you Our nephew? We’re having a hard time keeping track of Our relations.
Yes and no. We are immune to normal viral infections, but somewhat susceptible to bacterial infections (or, more properly, the toxins produced by bacterial infections). They cannot kill Us, but they can be very unpleasant. Once We ate some bad vichyssoise and ended up with botulism. Highly unpleasant. Of course, the other ponies that ate it ended up dead, so We suppose We got off lightly.
Oh, and artificially crafted diseases can sometimes affect Us, depending on their nature and whether or not they were designed with Our unusual biology in mind.
Well enough, We suppose.
Oh, We never gave you that kiss you wanted, did We? *She pounces and tackles him, and gives him a deep kiss.*
Well, the only thing We can think of would be to try the cure, no matter how ill-advised it is, and hope for the best.
However, We will not be able to do it on Our own. We’ll need a member of her own species, preferably one with some mental training and discipline, to aid Us.
Ah. Well, then, in that case We’d have to agree with them. It is quite nice, isn’t it.
*She wiggles her rump around.*
Everything that lives (or unlives, as the strange grammatical constructs would hold in your case) has to feed off of something else. That is a fundamental law, one of the few that hold true everywhere. As a free-willed undead, your natural food is the spirit energy found in living ponies (and, technically, other sapient living beings).
However, if that bothers you, We suppose We might be able to find some sort of substitute.
