Trixie: “Congratulations, it took an entire squadron of invulnerable, Magic-resistant fake Rashakas: to hunt down and corner a 12 year old Mare.”
Storm Guard 1: “That’s a Mare?”
Storm Guard 2: “She is 12?”
Trixie: “I hope it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. So have at it then! Come and get the first real fight you’ve had in 30 years: you dickless cowards!”
(ONE MOMENT LATER)
Sci-Twi: “By Jove, you fuckin’ header of a mare! Surrounded by fifty Storm Guards armed literally to the teeth, and what do you do?! You get out of your FUCKIN’ cart, pull out your sword, cut off one of their heads, and yell “Come at me, you Yeti shits!” No wonder Starlight wants to plow that virgin soil! I’M THINKIN’ ABOUT GROWIN’ SOME FLOWERS MESELF!”
Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way,
for his wrath is kindled but a little.
“Who are we?” “The necessary evil!”
“Why are we necessary?” “To purge those more evil than us!”
“And why are we Celestia’s chosen few, ordained to undertake such a heinous task?” “Because nopony else would!”
“And because it’s so bucking fun! Ahahaaaaaameeeeen~!”
“You have been chosen to relieve my existence to the world! You will witness what will happen here today!
Rejoice and Tremble in the grace of SCIENCE!”