User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150410124850

''Strongheart sighs and sets his sketchpad back on his nightstand. ''Why don't you just use that stupid miracle drug of yours to cure yourself.

Silverheart: I already tried that. Doesn't work on me.

Strongheart: But...didn't it help the Mane-iac?

Silverheart: Oh, you heard about that! Well, yes it did. But I fear the reason it doesn't work is because I may be even more mentally damaged than her.

Strongheart: That's possible?

Silverheart: Apparently. I think the only solution is therapy in combination with drugs.

Strongheart: What do you have anyway?

Silverheart: PTSD, Schizophrenia, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, and Insomnia.

Strongheart: Oh my God...How did it get so bad?

Silverheart: Sometimes I don't know myself...

Strongheart: Well...Goldfin and Ironworks went to this..Doctor Doe? Doi? Well, however you pronounce that...

Silverheart: Really? Is he allowed to perscribe medication?

Strongheart: Maybe...You should go check him out.

Silverheart: Yes...maybe I will. What's the address?

Strongheart: 12347 Hoovereaux Way.

Silverheart: Hmm...Well maybe I'll head over there right now!

Strongheart: You don't have an appointment.

Silverheart: Hasn't stopped me before! Silverheart disappears in a flash of light.

Strongheart: Maybe what he really needs are some tranquilizers...''Strongheart opens up a book and begins reading. ''

MM: He said his name was...Folderol...He has two other ponies with him. I didn't notice much about one of them, but the second had this sickly green coat and a purple mane. It was quite an eye sore. Twilight took them to the castle when she said, "She had something better to offer him" or something along those lines. They might still be there.