User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150730223844

(Orbit is as silent as Glaive... until he picks up the box and storms out of the room.)

Orbit: Glaive, follow me. Gamora, prepare a transport to take the criminal in that room to Balkham Asylum -- quickly.

Gamora: Y-Yes, sir.

(Walking to Commissioner Geldin's office, Orbit knocks on the door.)

Orbit: Commissioner Geldin. I need to speak with you. It's urgent.

(Once the hologram message ends, Mareoni lights a cigar.)

Mareoni: All the weapons in Maretropolis, huh? ...Hehehe. Now this is interesting.

Goon #1: You sure about this, boss? You already run all o' Baltimare. Who needs a place so out in the sticks as Maretropolis?

Goon #2: Plus, forty million bits? That's practically all of our loot.

Mareoni: What can I say, fellas? I'm feelin'... entrepreneurial. Who's gonna mess with Sal Mareoni when he controls TWO major cities on the Equestrian east coast?

Goon #3: If you're in, boss, then so are we!

Mareoni: That's what I like to hear. Saddle up, boys. We're headin' to Puddinghead Hill.

(Chaser the bartender briefly eyes Shark-Pony.)

Chaser: Yeah, sure... weirdo ...