Is was a quiet Tuesday morning when he arrived. None were prepared. He walked with a confidence rarely seen in even Celestia herself, and he had a radiance about him that could make even the most powerful of warriors swoon. his name was Dril, and everypony waited in eager anticipation for what he had planned for their little town.

And then he opened his mouth.

Based on this thing.

Blame PresentPerfect for this one.