User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150610025041

Decibelle: Got it.

(Decibelle injects the newly-winged stallion with a stimulant to counteract his state of sedation.)

Pony: ...Uhhh? Ugh.

Decibelle: Morning, sir. How do you feel?

Pony: Like my wings were sliced off with a hacksaw?

Decibelle: That's just lingering phantom limb. The surgery was a success.

(In a clearing of trees just outside Baltimare, the helicopter makes a landing.)

High Heel: Nice flying, Phetlock. Didn't know you could fly a chopper.

Phetlock: There are many things you don't know about me, dearest High Heel.

High Heel: ...Don't call me "dearest."

(Shadowmane gets off the chopper first and approaches a patch of grass. She moves the grass away to reveal a metal hatch.)

Shadowmane: Good. Nopony's discovered this place. We should be safe here.

(She opens the hatch and goes inside.)

High Heel: Hock? Wait... for me... inside. I'll... go... find... a doctor... to fix... your ears.

Killer Hock: Whatever you say.

Chaser: Pfft. That's for damn sure.

(Chaser pours himself another glass of hard cider.)

Chaser: 'Fraid I don't know much more than that, chum. Penguin probably would, but as soon as robot shit started hitting the fan, he went underground. Private bunker. Lucky son of a...