Well, We suppose We could indulge you. *Hugs.*

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We are always planning something…

*The guards don’t seem to be out to capture this time… A few start taking opening fire at him.*

We always thought of bestiality as having sex with other species, but if you’d like, We can rephrase that. No sex with non-ponyoids, except for Time Lords and creatures that can transform into ponyoid shape.

While We are flattered, We have a strict ‘no bestiality’ policy, unless you are a Time Lord or have been turned into a pony.

We knew all that, but it is good to hear it all the same.

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While this age is full of technological wonders, one should not be too proud of them. They pale in comparison to the true power of magic.

And yes, We do know what a robot is. Our servants have been experimenting with cyborging and biological augmentation in their search for weapons to use against the sun-hag.

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This is a pony’s flank:

If you are referring to this:

It is the rump, or posterior, or more informally, the plot.

I could be, but then again I could just be another thought of Al’s. You never truly know in The Mindscape, especially one so violent as this one.

*the stallion briefly glances at the carnage below, and satisfied that the special police have the problem under control, he turns to regard Nightmare Moon, she can already sense something off about him*

Now that you found me, I assume you’re going to expunge me. Unless… you’d rather like to chat awhile. It’s rather lonely surrounded by these drones.

She sits down and nods. “We could talk, if you’d like. We are not here to destroy anypony, just to get a grasp on the situation within Al, and to discover a way to solve his energy crisis.”

She summons an imaginary couch. “Why don’t you lie down, and We’ll have a nice chat. Care for some tea?”