You Can Meet a Killer, But You Can't Kilometer

"I don't claim to be good. I mean, I'm certainly not bad. I don't, say, turn ponies into stone for being themselves. But then, unless you're a certain pair of alicorns, you don't either. Congratulations, we're both unhorrible people!"

Luna stares at me brows raised in a confusing mix of ire and amusement. "You do realize your audience, do you not?"

Ah yes, the lovable princess of the night. So sweet, so even tempered these days. Hard to believe she once wielded the element of laughter

He spat into his a claw and wringed his hands together. A fuzzy lump appeared, which he stretched and molded like taffy. Soon he had a flat cloud next to him, somehow falling at the same speed and looking suspiciously like a whiteboard.

Discord pulled a marker cap off of one of his talons and began to write upon the cloudboard.

Oh please, you sound like rarity."

"I get that a lot.