I used to be calm, quiet, and reasonably polite. Now, my mind runs around at five hundred miles an hour and spits out whatever crosses it without regard. I mean, I wouldn't trade my newfound inteligence for anything. Used to be I'd look at a standard combustion engine and all I'd do would be to scratch my head in confusion.

Now I'd take one look and be able to rattle off three thousand different ways to improve it. And only half of them would result in it exploding! Isn't that nice?

So why don't the Princesses seem to like me? I'm just trying to make their little ponies lives that much better... Albeit with the occasional cannabilistic waffle iron. I'll be honest, I should have just made them with solar panels, but all you have to do to repel them is get some maple syrup, it's not like it's THAT big of a deal.