NMR: (Threatening a Diamond Dog) You come in here again, in fact, you go anywhere around here, preying on the innocent, and we will find you and eat both of your arms, and then both of your legs, and then we will eat your face right off your head. Do you understand?
Diamond Dog: P-please.
NMR: Yesssss, you will be this armless, legless, faceless thing, won’t you. Rolling down the street… like a turd… in the wind. Do you feel me?
Diamond Dog: P-please.
NMR: Yesssss, you will be this armless, legless, faceless thing, won’t you. Rolling down the street… like a turd… in the wind. Do you feel me?
Diamond Dog: Wh-what are you?
NMR/Rarity: We… are Nightmare.
NMR: On second thought…