User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-27161581-20200208043316

''A torrent of sewer water, spinning thorns and refuse meets the Prince in a storm of sludge, sending both pony and plant surging down the tunnel back the way they came, carrying with them Maredevil's baton, somewhere in the gullet of the more intact plant. Hopefully the sewer isn't blocked off, but now with not only the plants blown away, but also the pleasingly cloying smell, the whole stench of the sewers greets the Power Ponies.''

And it smells awful.