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"I... I messed up." Hex admitted, shaking his head. "So... You guys are also saving Luna?"
"Explosions work!" Hex said, searching through his bag. "...Think I might have a few building-destroyers left..."
"Yeah. That's exactly what I'm doing." Hex replied. "Why do you care?!"
"No... I never knew Luna. I'm going to save her. I need sleep..." Hex responded.
Hex cursed under his breath. "Can I j-just... Ow... ...Leave yet?" He asked. "I'd like to get back to saving Luna."
"I'm not... dead..." Hex mumbled. "In case you... didn't even notice... I j-just had my... ribs..."
Hex nodded, then collapsed. He let out a faint groan as his wings twitched.
Hex gave a weak chuckle. "Because... I need money... Snapping Luna out of it..." He murmured, disoriented.
"No, Brisk. I've lived a long thousand years, killed a few hundred ponies... I... I deserve worse..." He mumbled. (Good night.)
"N-Nevermind... Just my imagination..." Hex mumbled. "So... Is it ten million bits, or death?!!"
"Look, it's either ten million bits, or death! Take you-" Hex stopped, sniffing the air. "Do... Does one of you have any... sweets?!!"
"No, you come first. You're my wife." He responded.
"Yeah! Only if you pay me, though!" Hex replied.
Hex grabbed another from his bag. "Here's my deal! You either pay me, and I'll help you, or I get some bomb practice! Got it?!"
"Alright! Three new targets!" Hex cackled, readying a bomb. "Unless... I can help..."
"I haven't slept since eternal night!" Hex responded, glee in his tone.
"I'll just get replacements. I'm sure they're not hard to find. All I'd need is a corpse or two." Narrowleaf said.
Hex twitched again. "Name's Hex! Might I ask who you are, other than being a pretty mare, a sand...guy..., and a stallion?" He asked.
"It costs an arm an a leg. Literally." He replied.
Hex Bomber cackled, approaching the other ponies. "You need help with a dragon, right?!!" He asked, twitching. "I can help you!! I need to test...
