User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-5837525-20161024230721

(The straggler Star-Lord hangs back at the parking garage entrance, doing as Goldfin instructed and working pedestrian crowd control.)

Star-Lord: Just hang tight a little longer, ponies. You'll be able to leave as soon as we're through here. ...So quit honkin' your horns at me!

Decibelle: Yikes... Definitely doesn't sound like the guys we're after... Okay. We'll worry about that later. Let's get you patched up.

(Walking over to Sun Ray's bedside, Decibelle carefully turns him onto his side so she can survey the damage done to his dismembered wings.)

Orbit: Stay your hoof, Glaive. This isn't how the Power Pony way. If he refuses to talk, we'll simply confiscate his equipment and turn him over to the Fillydelphia police. Besides...

(Reaching into his pocket, Orbit levitates the dart with which the young ninja goat was slain.)

Orbit: We're not at a complete dead end.