User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20170927030954

(Oh, these guys were good. Still, Peter felt a twinge of embarrassment over how nonsensical his command must've sounded to them. Either way, he didn't feel right leaving Sylvia in these guys' care.)

Peter: You know, guys, there's a first aid station here at the park. No need to go all the way to a hospital for a narcoleptic episode.

(With the web-shooters hidden under his sleeves, Peter discreetly shoots some thick, sticky webbing at one of the "ambulance"'s rear tires. He could not let these guys leave.)

(The JLE captain felt physically ill. How many individual cells lined this... dungeon? How many imprisoned ponies? Dozens? Hundreds? Orbit approaches the nearest cell and uses his horn to illuminate the interior.)

Orbit: Please, come closer so I can see you clearly. I'm not going to hurt you.