User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-27161581-20190406185834

The police pony looks over Goldfin's shoulder, to see Blue and Sandy walking down the stairs, covered with what is most certainly not doughnut icing.

Police Pony: "Oh... well, I guess we can take care of that. We have showers in the barracks on the first floor if you want to clean yourselves up."

Blue looks down his muzzle at the Police Pony and shakes his muzzle back and forth.

Blue: "And I thought this place smelled bad on the outside."

''Sylvia yelps as the thread digs into her glossy and quite rubbery horn. She shakes it back and forth and side to side, causing Long-Face to fly every which way.''

Sylva: "A Leaguer Mr. Meanpony?"

''The projector is simply a massive scaled up version of Justice League of Eqestria's own hardlight projectors, though it has a much sturdier casing that looks waterproof. It's easily a few times the size of Alfredo....''

Far away and high above on the peak of Mount Everhoof, Glaive's limp body tumbles into the air, and the swirling gusts of wind start to blow quickly past his metal leg, the easily few hundred mile per hour gusts serving as incredibly fine sandpaper, the gusts both tossing him around the mountaintop, and more importantly sheering away at his metal armor.