Well I tend to look on the funny side of life. Do you wanna know how I got these scars?
…Sure, why not?
Very well. As you may know the contract that you rejected was editable and or you could have suggested a different agreement. So, perhapse I call that we have a retry at diplomacy. Your consort sugested it to us and the blue-purple one called 'Luna' has ordered me to make peace with you personally. Although politicaly is up to you.
We aren’t interested in negotiations.
We know how empires like yours function. You think we’re all stupid, don’t you? ‘Just a little trade compact’ you’ll say, then pretty soon you’re running the place.
That didn't go well.
At least We know where Scootaloo is now.
We should go to her, and ask her to explain herself.
Oooo... awe you wike Woona? She contows da moon too! Oooh, foaws! *runs over to them * Pwetty...
*Moonlight bounces over to meet her new playmate. Mara and Lunar are engrossed in building, but Lunar looks up and squeaks something that might mean ‘Hello’.*
==> You are even more confused and look into her eyes "queen moon are you feeling wwell? I'm just a foal, I don't havve the bits to make films.."
…You don’t remember I hired you a few weeks ago to produce a pornographic film?
No, but keep guessing. We have plenty of forces so you don't have to worry about the invasion. *Sits on a displaced stone*
Why don’t we skip the games and come straight to the point? We have a genocide to plan, and do not have all day.
==> You lift up the helmet and give a confused look "wwhat are you talkin' about queen moon?"
For the film you’re going to make of me. Should my costume be leather or PVC?
Yes I wouwd. What's youw name again Miss?
Our name is Nightmare Moon.
*She opens the door to the nursery, where her foals are currently busy building a city out of blocks.*
