AM: Well, it’s not like you were using it anymore.
AM: You picked quite the awkward time to die again.
AM: Moonlight will be so disappointed.

Ah, thank you. *She begins looking over the paperwork.*

We’ve given some more thought to hiring a lawyer to help take some of the burden off of you, but We haven’t been able to locate one We’d be willing to trust, yet.

*Nightmare Moon opens up Pesterchum.

Deep underground, Nightmare Moon’s scientists begin repairing and modifying the damaged spritebot, for a sinister purpose yet unknown…*

That’s better.

Not much, at the moment.

*Nightmare Moon stares into the terminal for a minute, trying to find meaning in the static.

Meanwhile, an armed response team breaks into the Avenger’s home and makes off with her sawed-apart body, transporting it to one of the secret laboratories beneath the Moon Castle.*

We are not a whorse. We’ve never accepted any sort of payment for sex!

Not at all. However, We will not invest time, money, or any sort of legal liability in what is an obviously doomed enterprise.

Well, while you’re here, maybe you could help Us with something.~

Land. Equestria is largely self-sufficient, so denying the sun-hag’s forces oceanic trade will not harm them much. As for air power, it is useful only in support of the infantry.

Not much. That place is one massive OSHA violation, and We want no part in its ownership.