User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150611024541

Decibelle: Umm... I-It was Strongheart. But it wasn't his fault! He was under the influence of Long-Face's rage gas!

(As she walks through the streets of Baltimare, Stiletto looks about at the ponies walking past her.)

Stiletto: (Ugh, the happiness around here reeks like hydra droppings. I actually MISS the seediness of Maretropolis' nightclubs. Let's see... Clinic, clinic, clinic...)

(Inside a small Baltimare medical center, several doctors walk around. The doors suddenly burst open.)

Stiletto: Somepony, come quick! My boyfriend needs help!

Doctor: H-Hold on, miss, calm down. What's the matter?

Stiletto: Just around the corner! My boyfriend needs medical attention quickly!

Doctor: ...Nurse, get me a first aid kit.

Nurse: Yes, doctor.

(The nurse hands the doctor a first aid kit, and he bolts out the door. Once around the corner of the clinic, he looks around for anyone needing medical attention.)

Doctor: There's... nopony out here.

Stiletto: Yeeeeaaaah... Here's the thing about that.

(Stiletto appears behind the doctor with a finely sharpened heel pressed against his neck.)

Stiletto: I actually do need a doctor, and this approach makes it so much better to get one.

Doctor: W-Who... Who are you...?!

Stiletto: Your bestest friend as long as you do what I say. Start walking.