User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150803002616

(Mayor Blossom almost stops in her tracks.)

Blossom: N-Ninety million in unmarked bits...?! Or else he'll arm every criminal in... Oh, Celestia...

Orbit: As you can see, the situation is... not an ideal one.

Blossom: I think that's putting it considerably mildly.

(The mayor opens the doors of the council hall and walks in on 20-odd city councilponies, who show slight alarm when Blossom enters.)

Blossom: Emergency conference, fellow councilponies. We have a bit of a crisis.

(Cobbletrot's henchpony returns with the box Shark-Pony delivered earlier.)

Henchpony: Here it is, boss. It was the only thing in the--

Cobbletrot: Stop. Keep your distance.

Henchpony: S-Sir?

(Cobbletrot aims his umbrella's gun barrel at the box in case it turns out to be a weapon and covers his mouth in case it releases some sort of nerve gas.)

Cobbletrot: ...Open it.

Henchpony: *gulp*

(With much hesitation, the henchpony undoes the latch on the front of the box and opens it up.)