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Twilight: “What?! It’s been that bad?!”
 
Spike: “Yes, Twilight. I’ve had to throw away trillions of blankets. The stains just wouldn’t come off. Even with magic. These wet dreams were really embarrassing, at first. But, now I’m really starting to think that there might be something wrong with me.”
 
Twilight: “Hmmmm…Spike…Have you noticed anything…unusually consistent about these dreams?”
 
Spike: “Well, it’s weird, but I always feel like somepony is watching me in my dreams.”
 
Twilight: “Ugh…seriously? I’ll be back.”
 
Spike: “Where are you going?”
 
Twilight: “I’m gonna pay a certain princess a visit.”
 
Meanwhile, in Canterlot Castle…
 
Discord: “Bahahahaha!! Oh, Luna, I never realized what comedic genius can spawn from that archaic, little head of yours.”
 
Luna: “Tis merely an old favorite of ours. We could not have pulled it off without your blanket conjuring.”
 
Discord: “And I thought you were no fun.”
 
Luna: “Twas a pleasure getting back at Twilight Sparkle’s overly reliant drake.”
 
Disord: “What did he do to you?”
 
Luna: “The little whelp wouldn’t stop sending me letters requesting my powers to help him live his perverted fantasies. So, we supposed we gave him exactly what he wanted.”
 
Discord: “Why did I ever hate you again?”