Separate names with a comma.
No. I need the HARDER.
"I like Mastodon," she replied. "Maybe I'll do a cover one of these days."
I know what it is.
Assign me randomly.
I'm not sure I want to.
"Good enough!" Asmo cackled.
"Oh, *squee!*, I forgot I was here. Hey!" Asmo invited himself to sit uncomfortably close to Blackout. "This is fun. What am I?"
"Not you, Architect, I mean Mat."
Dusty frowned. "You wish to not be feared, but openly admit you should be labeled a potential threat?"
"Blasphemy at that first part." "Don't you do it," Maya told Arch. Dusty nodded. "Upstairs. If you see that Tyro character, do check his pulse."
Raven pointed to Blackout. "What he said. Don't be a dick, you'll be fine. By the way, I'm a bat, I can hear you two." She started practicing some...
"Mat. Please. Listen. It's potential. The Princesses would surely be S+ or higher. Nopony who does good fears Celestia's wrath."
Dusty nodded. "I'm mostly quiet and soft-spoken for a reason. I'm no danger, and I'd rather not be seen as one." He then whispered to Mat, "No...
"Yeah. Let's just move on. The cult. It sounds like a pretty positive thing, all in all."
"I don't know what that means, Mat." Dusty said. "I am curious," said Azrael. "If I am an S, and it was this nice, green pony that orchestrated...
Azrael sighed. "I may have overreacted, but I was not the attacker." "They're just doing their job," Dusty told Mat quietly.
Raven nodded. "So they just kinda said, lol, you're in a cult now." (Numb the pain with whiskey!)
"Formaldehorse should get an S+++ based on his cooking," Asmo joked. Azrael shook his head. "It isn't tha-" "Yes it is, salad shouldn't burst into...
"Could I get like a rundown of your ratings?" Maya asked curiously. "That's pretty interesting stuff."
Raven was listening intently until the dive for the controls. For a split second, there was a crazed look in her eye that she tried to hide,...
