A Mess of Titanic Porportion

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"So, that happened."

"Indeed" This is going to be painful, isn't it?

"So, Kenny; my knowledge on this subject is slightly hazy, remind me: what happens now?"

Time to relieve a little bit of stress, "So, would you mind explaining what happened? We already know what happened, But I want to hear it out of your mouth." Even though I was addressing all of them, my gaze shifted solely to the pink Alicorn of lust, and her husband, And she seemed to be slightly taken aback. Its good to see that she is not as well versed in politics as she could be. I wonder if mason knows why?

"Well, we, um..." Good, I like seeing ponies panic... wait, when did my vocabulary change? I should talk with mason more to fix it. I turned my gaze towards him, and he subtly gestured for me to take control. I can see the headlines now, New Rulers Assaulted Unprovoked by Equestrian Element of Loyalty, Rainbow Dash. Or something like that.

"Do you understand the repercussion that will transpire due to that unprovoked assault?" I stated calmly, as the ponies started to group back together, "One, Mistrust in the equestrian government, Two, Bad public relationships, Three, Embargo on equestrian goods, Four, the equestrian government will be forced to pay commissions for the damages, or..." If my words so far caused them to flinch, my next one would be like a stab through the heart.

"...War." Damnit, Cadence cut me off, appearing almost ready to cry. Good, good...

"Yes, it would" Ah, about time you stepped back in, mason. Done getting coffee? And as if on cue, he sneezed. "And while I would like to get this issue sorted out,  it has been quite a while since morning, and I am sure none of us can think while Hungary. Might we continue this after a meal?" Ah, Mason, you and your iceberg technique.

"Y-yes, that would be best" The sniveling Alicorn said as she followed the guards, her husband glaring at us until he passed through the door.

" Quite the pickle, would you say Mr. Fibb?" Mason said while slumping in his throne.

"Most indeed Mr. Wink." I reply, mimicking his reference and position. Eventually, the guards led us to the dining room, where we subsequently ordered our food. I unfortunately, was slumping in a corner due to my size, at least Ii get to see mason suffering at the table.

"So, why do you keep that monstrosity with you anyway, your princeness?" So, the guards finally spilled the beans, also, MONSTROCITY?! "I'm sure there is a reason, but in the castle? now that can not be pleasant." I turned so I could see which dead man spoke. Lo and behold, it was rarity, that white and purple unicorn will become a black and blue earth pony if... I could get up... mason, was quiet. though I couldn't see his face, I could see him shaking. Laugh it up moldy balls, I'm turning that horse into glue late, then, I'm coming for you.

"Now, now miss..." I'm sure he could barely keep a straight face.

"Rarity, Your highness. fashionista, extraordinaire!" She said as the jewels on her dress lit up - wait, when was she wearing a dress? and where is that light coming from?

"Miss Rarity, I will have you know that the prime minister is an integral part of the empire, and I'm sure he doesn't like being talked about behind his back, nor in front of him. Ain't that right Iron man?" References now? well here's a reference for you moldy balls, I then proceeded to flip him off.

"I'm not sure what a 'prime minister' is, but I can see where I have made the mistake." She then turned to me, "I apologize, that was very wrong of me, Mr. Iron man." Mason, there WILL be a reckoning.

"Apology accepted."

After that, the meal went smoothly, except for twilight still bugging us about everything... And this happened.

"I understand it would help, but it is still a trade secret Mr. Armor" Shining, was asking for a 'defense pact' in which he was trying to learn the secrets of my armor. I obviously couldn't, one, because I don't know how to build one, and two, their technology is not sufficient. I was cut off from saying anything else, by a loud sniffing sound coming from mason. I was going to ask him about it when, as usual, I was cut off... again.

"Kenny."

"Yes?"

"I thought you said the empire didn't have the production capacity to make plastic."

"It doesn't, at least not sufficient plastic, why?" The others have gone silent, just as confused as I am.

"So, why do I smell plastic, and... Sulfur?" Plastic, Basic material in many things; Sulfur, general volatile, can be used in making gunpowder and primitive... My eyes widened in realization, as did masons.

"BOMB!"