User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-27161581-20190402041130

''Sylvia blinks, curiously not affected by the snowflake. She gives her's a curious lick, and her unique body quickly breaks down the chemical into its parts with all the precision of a finely tuned poison detection kit.''

Sylva: "No. Usually ponies are happy to be at the circus."

The stallion gleefully claps his hooves together.

Police Pony: "Oh, hello Goldfin, we've barricaded ourselves in here, as well as any pony that didn't come down sick. Give me a few moments to clean this all off."

''With some loud stalliony grunts and some clattering of furniture, a tired looking Police Pony opens the door. Despite having a wrinkled uniform and some visible stiffness, he seems healthy enough.''

Police Pony: "So did you get 'em?"