User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-5837525-20151108011302

Gale: I, clearly, don't give a flying feather.

(Within minutes, Star-Lord enters the infirmary and beholds the scene of ponies on bed.)

Star-Lord: ...Please tell me I didn't just walk into a scene out of Mary Shelley.

Orbit: Who?

Star-Lord: ...Never mind. What do you need?

Orbit: Take Vandle down to the training room. Once there, chain him up.

Star-Lord: Oh, my God, it is Mary Shelley... Dare I ask why?

Orbit: Long story. But by the end of it, we should have the old Vandle back.

Star-Lord: *imitating Igor* Yeeees, maaaasteeeer...

Orbit:

(As Star-Lord wheels Vandle out of the room, Orbit approaches the ponies in the beds.)

Orbit: Hello again. Resting well?