Good morning Miss Nightmare. *Bows* How are you?
Rather well, thank you. We are executing a plan for vengeance, which always makes Us all tingly inside.
*Finally finishes eating and drinking, and is ready for VENGEANCE*
*she gets it now* Oooh! Sex! Why didn’ yuh say so? That’d be hilarious!
We think so too. We’ll start brewing it up. You go get some empty balloons.
*She goes to her temporary house and starts making the recipe.*
*she wanders off, to find balloons*
*Nightmare Moon finishes up the recipe, then drags the cauldron full of steaming hot female dragon in heat pheromones over to the Avenger’s house, along with a few funnels to fill the balloons with.*
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Actually, the telephone was invented by Alexander Graham Bell, who was, in fact, Canadian. (He died in Canada, close enough.)
WE CAN’T HEAR YOU UP HERE OVER THE SOUND OF OUR HEALTHCARE, MAPLE SYRUP, AND GODDAM BEAVERS.
You forgot moose.
FUCK YEAH MEESE.
((I’m one of the Americans who isn’t fat (admittedly I’m pretty lazy) and doesn’t want to reject their country, but it’s in a pretty sad state.))
Alexander Graham Bell was Scottish…
((And Thomas Edison stole the more efficient electricity model (AC) from Nikola Tesla, a Russian.))
((ooc: Tesla was an Austrian who became an American citizen.))
*Finally finishes eating and drinking, and is ready for VENGEANCE*
A-armoured dragons? D-do dragons have armour?
*Sigh* We mean dragons that want sex. That’s the point of the revenge. It’s humilating and frightening to the target, and as long as you have somepony around who can handle dragons nopony is likely to get permanently injured.
*she gets it now* Oooh! Sex! Why didn’ yuh say so? That’d be hilarious!
We think so too. We’ll start brewing it up. You go get some empty balloons.
*She goes to her temporary house and starts making the recipe.*
*Finally finishes eating and drinking, and is ready for VENGEANCE*
O-okay… *Still wondering how dragons with horns attacking somepony is revenge*
We still think the dragon one would be funnier. Imagine him being chased through the streets by amorous dragons!
A-armoured dragons? D-do dragons have armour?
*Sigh* We mean dragons that want sex. That’s the point of the revenge. It’s humilating and frightening to the target, and as long as you have somepony around who can handle dragons nopony is likely to get permanently injured.
*Finally finishes eating and drinking, and is ready for VENGEANCE*
To risky, you think? Well, lets look for something less dangerous, then. *She flips again.* How about getting him in trouble with the ERS?
((ooc: Equestrian version of the IRS, the American tax enforcement agency.))
O-okay… *Still wondering how dragons with horns attacking somepony is revenge*
We still think the dragon one would be funnier. Imagine him being chased through the streets by amorous dragons!
*Finally finishes eating and drinking, and is ready for VENGEANCE*
Sounds, u-uh… W-why would h-he need a hot dr-dragon?
The scent attracts male dragons, and makes them horny. We could load some water balloons with it, and pelt the target of your ire with them.
M-make h-him get at-attacked by h-horned dragons?
A-ah don’ want h-him t’ die!
To risky, you think? Well, lets look for something less dangerous, then. *She flips again.* How about getting him in trouble with the ERS?
((ooc: Equestrian version of the IRS, the American tax enforcement agency.))
*Finally finishes eating and drinking, and is ready for VENGEANCE*
S-somethin’ special? *Thinking of cutting off his feet*
Nah, ah got nothin’!
*Nightmare Moon gets out a huge black book and flips to a random page.* Credit card fraud. Sounds a bit dull. *Flips it again.* Oooo, now this looks promising. A recipe for artificial ‘female dragon in heat’ hormones…
Sounds, u-uh… W-why would h-he need a hot dr-dragon?
The scent attracts male dragons, and makes them horny. We could load some water balloons with it, and pelt the target of your ire with them.
*Finally finishes eating and drinking, and is ready for VENGEANCE*
A-Ah’m MAD!
… W-what now?
Well, We could get out the Big Book O’ Vengeance, and flip to a random page, unless you had something special in mind.
S-somethin’ special? *Thinking of cutting off his feet*
Nah, ah got nothin’!
*Nightmare Moon gets out a huge black book and flips to a random page.* Credit card fraud. Sounds a bit dull. *Flips it again.* Oooo, now this looks promising. A recipe for artificial ‘female dragon in heat’ hormones…
