You close the door and press against it. Hopefully they get the hint and leave you alone. You’ve always had a fear of interrogation of who you are along with being judged, and this just sent you over the emotional edge. Jesus are your ribs sore. Trying to breath slower, you hear some clicking noises.
 
The ponies in the sky stare at you, one using a camera. You wave at them as aggressively as possible, but they continue. “STOP!” you hear a familiar voice command. Turning around, you see the guard running with the mob in tow.
 
Now it’s fight or flight. Stay and deal with a pissed of guard along with a horde of ponies wanting answers for who knows what, or run away and hide?
 
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