User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-5837525-20150902010216

(Orbit takes one final look out toward where the Death's-Head hovered a short while ago. It had by now completely vanished. For better or for worse, it was over.)

Orbit: [sigh]

[click]

Orbit: Same here, Alfredo. Anytime you're ready.

(In a valley on the distant outskirts of Puddinghead Hill, a small assembly of Cobbletrot's forces lie in wait. Within minutes, their employer descends from the sky like Mary Croppins.)

Thug 1: Mr. Penguin! You're back!

Cobbletrot: Yes... A little worse for wear, but I'll live. I unfortunately cannot say the same for our dear friend Salvatore.

Thug 2: You mean... D-Don Mareoni is...?

Cobbletrot: Indeed. Struck down by that treacherous pirate.

Thug 3: What do we do now, boss?

Cobbletrot: We return to Maretropolis. Gather our remaining forces together. And then... with Mareoni no more, it's time for a little restructuring.

(After escorting the last few ponies into the hospital, Decibelle joins Goldfin and Star-Lord outside.)

Decibelle: Now it's off to Balkham, right?

Stiletto: Okay, okay, hold your horses. Sheesh.

(As Stiletto moves to open the door, it dawns upon Victor.)

Victor: ...Wait a second. We didn't order any room service. Stiletto, wait!

(Moments too late, Stiletto unlatches the lock and opens the door.)