User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5837525-20150108230243

(Orbit looks over the various paintings, awestruck. It felt like through a gallery of his own memories.)

Orbit: This is... remarkable. Some of these have just happened over the past couple of days, and the paint on them has long since dried.

(When Orbit reaches the painting of Serra getting pierced, a pit grows in his stomach.)

Orbit: ...That painting of Serra and I was painted a few days ago, and it occurred yesterday... When did you paint this one, Miss Sibyl...?

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(Smudge takes the communicator offered by Octopony, and it sinks into the ooze of his forehoof.)

Smudge: 'Sooooo... When do we depaaaaart...?'