Elmer's Tyranical Terrorization of Trotcon

After a successful night of illegal Ponynapping, Elmer looked forward to the new acquisitions he would make on the second day. However, his minions began reporting that the convention had increased their security, and a limo had been seen bearing the royal seal of the Princess of the Sun and Moon. This complicated things greatly, with Celestia and Luna present, his activities would have to become more covert. The last thing he wanted was to alert them to his plans before he had created his masterpiece and was powerful enough to put an end to their lives for good.

He ordered his minions to fall back, wait for nightfall and take advantage of the cider-adled ponies lack of judgement. Frustrated that he would not be able to operate during the day he instead simply observed the goings on of the convention. It was later in the afternoon when that same pink pony from before was spotted snooping around the R&D front entrance. He decided to act, and dispatched his minions capture the overly curious pony. After putting up a bit of a fight, they brought him in successfully. Elmer decided to interrogate him, to find out more about the abilities of the ponies at the convention. The pink one however, was stubborn and resisted all attempts to pry information from him. Elmer decided this was as good a time as any to begin the process of seperating the magic from the fleshy body in which it was trapped.

He lowered this pink pony into the distilling liquid and laughed as the pony screamed in agony. He always loved the way the ponies bodies melted away, skin slowly dissolving into the acid bath, bits of bone and organ tissue seeping out into the broth, cutie mark glowing with magical energy. This ponies cutie mark was interesting, the comedy/tragedy masks except with both of them smiling. This pony wasn't smiling now. Elmer was the one who was smiling as the pony's screams ceased as his head went below the toxic mixture, hair and portions of his face floating to the surface of the solution before dissolving along with the rest of him. The cocktail, having removed the fleshy bits from the magic now glowed with the magic in the cutie mark. He siphoned the magical liquid off into a beaker and capped it, grinning evily as he examined his first dose of cutie mark magic. This was going to be his day, his day of destiny.