Author's Note

Et tu, Officers Mess?

the roman senate broke in to try and disprove the theory that alicorns are less stabbable than Julius Caesar

"SPIIIIIIKE!" Twilight screached from somewhere beneath the writhing mass of knife-wielding Roman senators. "Spike! Did you leave the door open again? The Romans got in!"

She was shanked one more time for good measure before the crowd dispersed, leaving Twilight a facsimile of a porcupine. Except with the pointy bits inverted.

"Ow, ow, ow," Twilight waddled across the room, still very obviously stabbed in every vital area that she knew of, plus some that she didn't know of. "Spike--ow--do you--ow--have--ow--the tweezers?"

"Kinda busy here myself," Spike yawned as a stray medieval knight repeatedly bashed him over the head with a mace. "For some reason we're under siege from multiple eras of historical peoples of another world."

One more knife sunk into Twilight. Right in the spine.

"Ow."

"Yeah that one looked pretty bad, Twi."

~~So it turns out that alicorns are~~ more ~~stabbable than Julius Caesar, and in fact are more or less living pincushions.~~