PESTERLOG.
DAS: No.
DAS: Probably not…
DAS: …
DAS: Ah git it…
AM: We doubt you do.
AM: Loving Us… is not safe.
AM: Luna is immortal.
AM: Arcel is immortal.
AM: You’re not.
DAS: Hellooo?
DAS: Iff’n yuh haven’ noticed, ah’m dead.
DAS: Ah’m still talking, ain’ ah?
DAS: An’ even IF ah die FOREVER…
DAS: Ah’m happy spendin’ what time ah have with You…
AM: The fact that you are dead but still talking actually makes you more vulnerable to some of the nasty things Our enemies could do to you.
AM: …
AM: If you insist…
AM: We don’t know if We love you.
AM: We don’t feel for you the same way as Arcel or Luna.
AM: But…
AM: We want to be with you all the same.
AM: And We don’t want to see you get hurt.
AM: If that qualifies as love, then We love you.
PESTERLOG.
DAS: No.
DAS: Probably not…
DAS: …
DAS: Ah git it…
AM: We doubt you do.
AM: Loving Us… is not safe.
AM: Luna is immortal.
AM: Arcel is immortal.
AM: You’re not.
DAS: :O
DAS: Yuh know?
DAS: ...
DAS: How?
AM: Over the time We’ve known you We’ve treated you pretty harshly.
AM: Yet, you keep coming back.
AM: …
AM: We assume now is where you want Us to tell you what We think about you.
AM: …
AM: Before We do, tell Us something.
AM: Is there anything We can say to discourage you from pursuing Us, without hurting you?
DAS: Well...
DAS: Ah...
DAS: Ah...
DAS: Um...
DAS: AHLOVEYOU.
Of course... thank you dear... will there be anything else. *smiles, no actual feeling behind it*
You have that look again. What’s wrong?
DAS: What's QUANTUM FOAM?
DAS: An' what's a pocket dimension?
DAS: An' how are yuh?
DAS: ...
DAS: Ah have somethin' importan' tuh say tuh yuh, too.
AM: A pocket dimension is a tiny, artificial universe.
AM: As for quantum foam, We don’t think We can explain it to you properly.
AM: Unless you know much more about math and physics than We think you do.
AM: Anyway, what do you need to say to Us?
DAS: Nah, they were borin'.
DAS: Always "Yuh killed me".
DAS: Blah blah blah!!
DAS: But they've stopped now.
DAS: It's quiet.
DAS: An' gold. Very gold.
DAS: Where am ah?
AM: According to Our senses…
AM: You are in at least four places right now.
AM: Rather, there are four of you walking around.
AM: Present Applebloom accounts for one.
AM: As for the other three…
AM: One is in Hades’ realm.
AM: The second is in a pocket dimension on the edge of reality.
AM: (We think that one’s ‘you’)
AM: And the third has gotten herself tangled up in the quantum foam.
AM: Strange…
How long does it take you to digest a pony?
If you’re asking about Our little ‘youthful indiscretion’, We’ll have you know We didn’t eat him whole.
If you’re asking about the synx, however, generally 8-10 hours, depending on the health of the synx and the size of the pony.
*Yawns* So you are this Nightmare Moon I have been hearing so much about.
And you are the black dragon We’ve heard has been lurking around Equestria.
Would you like a job? We can pay in gems or secrets, your choice.
DAS: Well, SORRY!
DAS: Not muh fault, anyhoo.
DAS: It wus tuh DAMN VOICES.
DAS: They're quiet now, though!
(( Awwww Yeaahhhh ENTER KEY like a BAWSS ))
AM: Voices? What voices?
AM: What did they say?
