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"I doubt that," Raven replied. "Unless we coexisted, but let's be real. If you're any good representation of the rest of you..."
"I think we were here first." Azrael nodded. "There seems to be archeological evidence to support this." "I like that headcanon!" Asmo chirped up.
"And bat ponies," Raven added mid-speech.
"That would have been helpful earlier," Azrael commented.
Raven set the filly down. "Gross."
Raven sighed. "Kid. I don't have time."
Raven groaned. "Noooooooo, I can't be your teacher!"
"For buck sake." Raven held her hoof out, and Midnight began to levitate, as if the Bat pony had her own magic tricks. "Don't try to pull a Dusty,...
I wear pony shirts in public. That's some balls.
Navaja finally stood back up after falling down the stairs, groaning. "Our heads hurt, too, Stabby McHoof," Asmo cracked.
"Just means you don't think much. And that's okay."
Asmo cackled. "I live every day being hated, bro."
Asmo chuckled. "Ouch, you just got burned, Grumpy Hooves! That's a nice nickname..." "I am concerned that a supposed child knows these words,"...
"The polar opposite of positive reinforcement," said Asmo. (Show, don't tell. )
Asmo shouted back. "Windsor, same, but rare meat!"
"Eggs and steak,my good stool."
"I would like a meal," Azrael said, glancing over his menu.
Azrael shrugged. "Perhaps. I mean, the planet... Even Asmodeus wouldn't do that."
"I recall an army," Azrael said. "Threatening to end Equus."
Azrael sighed. "Worse than before. . ."
