“Ms. Wells, are you certain? That this Mark Wells doesn’t remind you in any way –”
“What? You think my grandparents were Shetland ponies or something? Get your head out of your ass. They were Clydesdales! Didn't my long-flowing mane of white hair clue you in?” The middle-aged woman followed this by running fingers through her short, decidedly grey hair.
The second dark-suited man spoke up. “Ma’am, our employer believes that these Equestrians have magic that can change a person’s species.”
Kaitlin Wells put her hands on her hips and stared the much taller man down. “My brother went missing years after I stopped having anything to do with him. Haven't seen muzzle or tail of him since.” She gasped theatrically and brought a hand to her lips. “Oopsie! Was I not supposed to say that?”
The second man didn’t sound in the least upset as he pointed at his outstretched tablet. “So, we’d like to know if this pony’s style of speaking, word choice, or body language is in any way familiar to you.”
“No, I can categorically say that my brother never had a green coat, wings, six wives, or an Australian accent. Are we done here?”
The first man nodded his head. “We are. Thank you very much for your time, Ms. Wells.” After the woman slammed the door in his face, the first man took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I think that’s it for missing persons born in North Carolina. Who's next?”
The second man’s fingers danced on the tablet. “One more, then we’ll start on South Carolina. Marcus Stanley Wellsburg. Born January 13th, 1953. Two tours in Vietnam. Dishonorable discharge in 1973. Homeless and living in Boston when he went missing in 1976.”
The first man shrugged as he put on his glasses. “Guess I'm OK with visiting Legal Seafood so long as someone else is paying for it.”
Invitations to make official visits from the governments of several nations quickly followed the formalization of political relations with Australia. Naturally, the United States of America was the highest on Prince Mark’s list. The sooner Equestria signed agreements with the U.S., the easier it would be to formalize business ties with his existing company and establish new ones. Of course, that’s when ‘red tape’ raised its ugly head.
In the Equestrian Embassy in Canberra, Mark frowned at the pallid man sitting across the table as he rambled on. Next to him, Smolder flicked a claw over her tablet, her eyes scanning the text rapidly. She had called in a favor to deal with the official, mostly because she couldn’t make heads or tails of his mumblings.
The badge on the man’s jacket proudly proclaimed United States Department of Agriculture Animal & Plant Health Inspection Service even as buttons strained mightily to keep the owner from bursting out of it. “Just be glad that your country of origin is exempt from testing for dourine and glanders. There is simply no alternative than a 42-hour quarantine and after testing for equine piroplasmosis and equine infectious anemia.”
Mark cut him off. “Mr. Ray, my country of origin is Equestria, not Australia. Also, do these look like the appendages of any earth-bred equine? Our biology is fundamentally different.” The alicorn tapped his horn with one hoof while extending his wings.
The official didn’t look up from his paperwork. “Yes, yes. There will also need to be germplasm submissions from all equine species.”
Mark jumped. Did that mean what he thought it meant?
The man prattled on. “After filling out the VS 17-129 application form, please schedule an inspection at an approved USDA Animal Import Center.”
Just before Mark objected to the assumption that Equestrians were coming to the United States to be part of a breeding program, Smolder stabbed her claw into the tablet, causing a small tink sound. “Inspector Ray, isn’t it true that regulations handle cases of temporary entry for thirty days or less differently?”
For the first time, the man brought his spectacled eyes up from his paperwork. “Oh! Were you talking to me? Yes, that is a separate case.”
After extracting her talon from the tablet, the dragoness pointed, carefully, at a different part of the screen. “That requires only a certificate from a licensed veterinarian certifying that the equine is in good health and does not carry any disease transmissible to people, correct?”
"Well, yes.”
Smolder stood, followed quickly by Mark. She gave the man her winningest fang-filled smile. “Splendid! I’ll ensure that paperwork is all in order and … uh …” She looked at the alicorn.
“Faxed.”
“Ah, yes. ‘Faxed’ to the USDA phone number on your card. Have a splendid afternoon, Inspector Ray.”
In the hallway, Mark grinned at his ambassador. “You’re absolutely getting the hang of this.”
In response, Smolder handed over her tablet. “Thank you, Your Highness. Would you please arrange for more tablets?”
Mark observed the spiderweb of cracks radiating from the center of the screen. “Should I get an IT person on site who can repair them?”
“Might be a good idea. That was my third tablet this week.”
That obstacle overcome, Mark organized a program of public appearances all over the country. Trixie arranged several teams featuring a mixture of species to attend the rallies. At least one of the triarchs or Smolder would show up at the time of the event via portal so that no region would feel slighted.
If the morning talk shows were anything to go by, the citizens of Hawaii were intrigued to be playing host to the dragoness. After an enthusiastic meeting in Honolulu, Smolder asked to be given a tour of Mauna Loa, in particular the currently active lava flow. While the officials warned her of the danger of approaching too close, they nevertheless accommodated her. Soon after arriving at the designated location, Smolder spread her wings and took to the air. She ignored the shouts of warning and confusion as she threw off her dress and dived toward the deadly stream. Cries of horror came from the onlookers as she folded her wings and disappeared into the lava with a large splash. A team of reporters covering the major event with every resource including a drone camera was treated to the mind-boggling sight of the dragon lazily swimming upstream in the lava. There was still a lot of nail-biting done before Smolder finally emerged unscathed. She fanned her wings to cool down to a tolerable degree before she gathered up her dress and rejoined the others.
“That was refreshing,” she said with a smile. “I’ll have to see about opening a dragon spa here. I quite enjoyed the aroma and texture of your lava.”
Not knowing exactly how to respond to that, the state officials agreed to look into the possibility.
Smolder received emails from seventeen vulcanologists that day alone.
The powers-that-be decided upon the Denver City and County Building as the best location to introduce the citizens of Colorado to the Equestrians. Wide steps led to a large elevated platform where humanity’s newest friends could be seen by the throngs filling Civic Center Park. By happy chance, the occasional professional sports team championship season meant the city pulled out a freshly updated set of procedures to keep every being safe at the event. Sharing this plan with the security personnel of a different nation was not unprecedented and resulted in a few updates to close unforeseen vulnerabilities. For example, an effective means to sweep all underground areas before and during the event had not been considered feasible until the Equestrians came along.
The McNichols Civic Center Building parking lot provided an unobstructed view of the stage from barely four hundred feet away. Of only minor curiosity was the nondescript black van parked across two spaces in the roped-off area. The name of the electrical company printed on both sides of the van did not exist in any Colorado government record. The van’s position allowed the van to face the stage directly and, perhaps coincidentally, also the large cardboard box strapped to the roof rack.
Inside, the driver turned to the van’s other occupants. All three wore white Henley shirts and bib overalls devoid of any logos. “They’re sticking to the planned schedule. In ten minutes –” He was interrupted by the roar of hundreds of thousands of citizens, deafening even inside the closed van.
After the noise abated, the woman in the passenger seat touched her ear. “Repeat.” A few seconds later, she gave the thumbs up while mouthing the word "Now.”
The driver continued. “OK. Our beloved local sports star may not take as long with the introduction as we expected. Chris …. Chris!”
The man in question jerked in his seat. “What? What?”
“Can’t you stay awake for fifteen minutes? It’s showtime!”
The slimmer man waved a hand dismissively while another worked the mouse next to his laptop. “Whatever. You try staying up for two days straight getting the hardware switched out and software upgraded in all this junk from the previous century B.C. Then let’s see you stay up while Grandpa Elway riles up the crowd.” While Chris had been talking, the thin man’s eyes scanned over the numerous displays of electronic gear populating both sides of the van’s cramped space, leaving him only a three-foot-wide corridor through the center. That finished, he returned his eyes to the laptop’s display and stacked dual monitors centered behind the driver’s and passenger’s seats.
A few glances at the screens confirmed his earlier checks. His voice lost its sarcastic edge. “All secondary equipment is on and shows green. Everything is go for full spectrum capture. Remember, I only got enough drives hacked in to provide sixty-four seconds of recording time, so tell me when.”
Behind him at the back of the van, a tinny voice said, “When!”
All three humans jumped in their seats. The driver and passenger reached for their hip-holstered pistols only to realize that the way they had been seated prevented any kind of smooth draw. Chris nearly jumped headfirst into the monitors before catching himself and looking behind him. He then burst out laughing, doubling over. “Oh, my god! That was fucking perfect!”
The driver and passenger kept their hands on their weapons as they glanced at each other and then at the van’s unexpected occupant. A yellow insectile, pony-sized creature smiled back at them.
Chris recovered first and thrust out a fist. “That was awesome. I’m Chris. You’re a changeling, right?”
The compound eyes centered on the technician and he gave the offered fist a tap with one hoof. “Crisp Berry. Pleased to meet you and all of your ridiculously expensive technology in here.”
“Expensive? Yeah, I guess it is. Not my problem. So, you’re Crisp Berry, huh? Maybe we’re related.” The two shared a laugh.
The passenger took her left hand off her pistol grip and picked up her cell phone. A few thumb flicks later, she pointed the camera into the back of the van. At her raised eyebrow, the driver did the same, cursing inwardly at the lack of foresight to provide even one transistor worth of recording equipment aimed inside the van itself.
The technician explained the function of various components until a flash of light made everyone look outside. A mare’s voice cut through the air, “It’s SHOWTIME!”
Chris smiled and pointed to a large red button connected by a USB cable to the laptop. “Time to learn how magic works. Push that red button for me, will you?”
Crisp Berry nodded. “That’s funny. I’ve been trying to figure that out as well. The red one marked ‘easy’?”
“Yeppers. That kicks off the master automation script. Now keep your eyes on the third display. Rhode and Schwarz FSW50 that I hacked to maxed it out with 128 GB of RAM. Second display is the equivalent Keysight Spectrum Analyzer – I forget the model on that one because we just upgraded. Plus, all the software packages have been enabled on both. That’s what I recommend you start with so you can have your own set of toys.”
“Because each system does some things better than the other. Got it. Should be fine to pick those up; I’ve got a bottomless expense account. I bet all the software costs more than the hardware it sits on.”
Chris shrugged. “Eh.”
The two nerds looked at each other and shared the same grin. Together they chorused, “Not my problem!”
While they laughed, the driver and passenger shared another look, silently agreeing not to interfere in this human/Equestrian geek session. Not that they would have anything to contribute anyway.
The human pointed to both screens with a finger “So the spec-ans capture the entire spectrum up to fifty gigahertz, thanks to the antenna almost cleverly hidden in the cardboard box overhead. And look at all that damn EM traffic! What would you recommend to filter out all the background crap?”
The changeling narrowed its eyes and tapped a hoof to its chin. “I would … no. All that software has to be good for something. Let it categorize everything. Then subtract out the analysis results from five minutes before all my buddies arrived.”
“Got it in one! Just press the ‘easy’ button again.”
As the two continued to discuss analysis results, equipment features, and favorite snacks, the passenger leaned closer to the driver. “If we need a backup techie when Chris gets sick, I know who I’m recommending for the spot.” The driver frowned until he realized she was subtly trying to tell him something important.
The Head of Operations listened to the report given by the driver.
“… about thirty minutes after the Equestrian’s show concluded, we heard a knock at the rear doors. One of their batpony Royal Guards opened it and greeted us. I believe it was their Captain Penumbra wearing aviator sunglasses. She informed Crisp Berry that it was time to move on to their next destination. The changeling accepted our technician’s backup personal phone as a gift and the aliens flew off together.”
After no more words came out, the veins on the older man’s neck began to bulge, and his face got redder.
Before the inevitable explosion, the driver continued. “Sir, there’s no question the changeling and our technician bonded over the course of that hour. Specifically on how technology can be used to study the Equestrian’s … abilities. The changeling analyst was, if anything, more enthusiastic about getting his own lab full of equipment set up to study the same.
The Head of Operations gaped. “So… the aliens are going to figure out for us how their… magic works? And relay that knowledge back to our technician?”
The driver nodded. “As long as we keep our operative in contact with the changeling and encourage them to do more research at subsequent events; exactly, sir.”
The Head of Operations held his head in his hands. “Just… go.”
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Sneaky buggo : )
A 50 Ghz Agilent style spectrum analyzer? Thats fat end of $150 thousand right there?
128 Gig DDR4 sticks of Ram were $2000 apiece the last I saw and Not sure how much the Blades were, for AI, but they had 8? slots for each of 2 CPU modules and 4 slots for the the dedicated network processor. Per Blade.I think the limiting factor fow how many blades you could fit in a rack was the heatsinks, which make wate and phase change cooling of intrest for the lower proofile.
I was eexpecting Smolder to move around the planet outside of Australian territory s quicky otherwise I wouidlve selected Hwaii, shield volcano and still relatively isolated next. locer than Iceland, though that should be Smolders favourite European destination? At least for volcanos, inless she really likes the abuse recieved from Vesuvius and Etna etc?
If I understand the articles anywhere correctly, the best thing they can do is scream the raw data in because any preprocessing being done by current knowledge can pretty much strip away the information theyre actually looking for. Simplest example is the difference between normal broadcast radio and GPS, but GPS uses 2 channels, FTTC broadband on phone line uses 256 channels, an the current HELIOS? Solar Observatory optical spectrum uses a 10 thosuand channel spectrum. In the single octave of visible light. About 50-60 ghz channel spacing. Im not sure how many channels lie between the two Sodium D lines alone.
Next time instead of a cardboard box, tey might be better off using a soft polythene milk bowl depending on size etc as that and foam PTFE are used as the dielectrics in most coax feeds, but then, depends on just how much these guys are rushed. A Printer sized cardboard box fits in the carpark roof height where a heavy polythene thousand litre milk tank wont.
Thing is, if theres one Changeling distracting them, how many other changelings are bugging the gear.
Literally.
Mauna Loa last erupted in 22. Can't tell you when lava last flowed in Kilauea. At least Smolder had fun, and many vulcanologists had heart attacks!
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Or how many changelings are the gear?
This was absolutely hilarious ♡
Everyone slightly related to the name 'Mark Wells' all over the world get investigated.
Smolder pranked anyone good and made a unforgettable media spectacle.
Changeling gonna Changeling hard and make free food connection with everyone slightly interested in magic, shape-shifting or espionage of any kind.
This chapter... was absolutely perfect ♡
Did the ponies got pranked until Smolder pulled a loophole exception for humans with silly rules and regulations being humans that are... strange
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You wanna know something horrible?
Part of Chris chandler diatribes, amongst his personal proclivities and claims to being Jesus (which doesn't make sense even from his claims because Jesus would come back as himself, not reincarnate or whatever passes for that school of thought in Chris chans head. That particular turd can't even blaspheme right.) was the belief in the dimensional merge, where all his OC and beloved tv "friends" would enter our world to, of course, pay for Chris's accumulated debts, which is why, to him, we should all pay him tithes.
... Bernard has validated a Chris chan. I hope he's proud of himself
Cia operative:
"We have a match! A Arabic oil owner, he has translated a name of Mark Waterwells and has 6-7 wifes, 21 children and several lovers.
If you really ignore his native accent than that's how Prince Mark Wells from Equestria sound like!"
Cia Lead director:
"So he got missing alongside all his wifes and children and has now returned?"
Cia operative:
"No, obviously he has replaced himself, his wifes and lovers and his children with Changelings to keep apperance up.
I recommend kidnapping all of them and waterboard every singel one of them for a confession that they are secretly all shape-shifting Bug like ponies and come to earth to take over earth.
One - Changeling - at - a - time!!!"
Cia Lead director:
"How many energy drinks has this guy drunken now?"
Cia technical support:
"18 monster energy drinks, he hasn't been sleeping for 72 hours and tried convincing me Changelings would come for him in his sleep to replace him once he found out the truth."
Cia Lead director:
"Cut him of his energy drink and let him sleep it off, he is obviously not thinking straight."
Cia operative:
"My sexual orientation has nothing to do with my revelation sir!"
Cia Lead director:
"O for the love of God... someone send him to a hotel until he can think rationally again!"
I swear Mansley if you end up carelessly dropping a nuke on yourself, again...
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Huh... neat.
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I'm not familiar with the HELIOS observatory (a quick search reveals this site, but I don't see any mention of a spectrograph), but the D lines at 5890 and 5896 Å have frequencies of 509.3 and 508.8 THz, respectively (speed of light / wavelength). The frequency difference is about 518 GHz, so a 50–60 GHz channel width would mean 8–10 channels between the two lines.
Regarding Smolder's tastes in lava, she specifically mentioned enjoying the aroma and texture of Mauna Loa lava flows, which tend to be mafic (low silica content), gas-poor, and of low viscosity (a lava type known as pāhoehoe). These characteristics are typical of volcanoes at hot spots or diverging plate boundaries, so Iceland would indeed be a decent alternative, though the overall cooler climate might be off-putting to dragons.
Smolder you troll.
Ah Smolder, paralleling Cosmic Lotus are we ...
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He better not, cuz we don’t have a fully sapiant self-repairing “probably not actually iron” giant robot to stop it this time.
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One of the great features of today's Spectrum Analyzers is that you can sample the entirety of the signal analysis bandwidth (a slice of the the sampling bandwidth) of the instrument for a period of time then perform all of your analysis later. So you could have no idea what the modulation scheme, chip rate, frequency hopping separation or any other characteristic is for a signal you are curious about then later play it back through the software tools as many times as you want. This sampling generates a tremendous amount of data that can't be output to SDD quick enough with the current hardware, so the data has to be cached in memory until that runs out (typically a half-a-second to two seconds).
Chris rewrote parts of the commercial products' firmware to support more memory than the COTS (commercial off the shelf) hardware supported. This isn't something you would want to try unless 1) your boss had deep pockets to cover the inevitable catastrophic failures, 2) you had studied the hardware until you knew it as well as the developers, and 3) you prioritized getting the small subset of features working that you care about and don't care about all the other possible uses for that extra memory that often lead to software crashes.
Hey Goldfur & Airy Words I have four words for you that put Mark Wells into good graces with literally every nation that has reasonable and semi sane leadership!
MAGICAL - Weather - Manipulation - Research
Why you might ask?
Weather manipulation will be extreamly valuable in all regions of the world!
Literally hero levels of valuable!
Change the cold weather over a long time into sunny weather without few clouds and the snow and ice will melt over time.
Maybe make it rain in the dessert all the time and become the region main water supplier.
Change the temperature of a region, because they help grow richs fields of produce resulting in feeding countless people with valuable crop yields.
A weather team of Pegasus and unicorn mages is worth a village, city, nations economy!
If I was a Alicorn Emperor with the called out rank of Prince, I would focus on or rather make a organisation for every nation, I would focus on improving weather all over a nation with my Equestrian Empire weather support teams and make tons of money by cropfield efficiency alone!
The Crystal Empire Weather manipulation within a shielded area to preserve a viable weather system would be worth billions of
€-£-¥-₩-♡
Have a great day/twilight/night!
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Modifying the system is a classic method. My first modern internet capable computer had no memory as the classic design calls it.
The CPU made requests to the Graphics array for access to the Graphics specific Ram and used that to boot, and run. It slowed the system down by half above certain loading.
Then again, it was a flat memory model, so when memory was added, You had a 2 Gig space to use. Pity 64 but systems dont use 64 bit memory bus with support for 128 like how the 8 bit systems had 16 bit memory space with support for 24 bit addressing with hacks and extensions?
Always annoying when Digital Compact Cameras have 32 Meg of Ram, enough for one photo, when the compression and SD write out takes such time due to power and energetics.
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It is kind of odd isn't it?
Paying $200 for a digital camera that is compatible with 1 TB microSD cards and being held back because the manufacturer didn't want to spend another 75 cents per unit for doubling the caching RAM.
Makes as much sense as spending $500 for a car stereo only to have it get fried by your "buddy" reversing the cables during a jump start. This could have been prevented by including a 1 cent zener diode ... but what do I know?
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I know! It's almost like such a miniscule and financially paultry gimcrack has been left out on purpose. Hmm...
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Don't you love how that's treated as a joke? Hey it's funny when it's a guy, feh
But here's the thing: it is funny. Ponies would despair at the state of humans...
But us?
https://m.Plot twist:
Remember the episode of the bunny stampede?
That was a hint of Fluttershy super secret bunny army for Equestria protection!
If Fluttershy send out her super secret rabbit army her supreme general Angel Bunny has been breeding into existance for years the humans having declaring wars are taken down hard!
The hate campaign might yet be stopped!
The human fanatics will be overrun by a storm of cute white, but deadly bunnies ♤
It's like the clone wars, just without clones, but still a army of white heros to come to everyones help 👍
We might have to scale up the sharp butter knife production to keep up with the troop production though...
Also some leafed camo to wear, hiding entire armies in plain sight!
Rarity had needed to create a hole branch to make them on mass.
Good Applejack has a huge orchard, the Apples and other crop will hold a part of Fluttershy death bunny army of adorable cuteness feeded!
Pinkie Pie 'good luck in war party' and 'congratulations you won the wars against fanatics' party is already in plans for a few years!
Did you know Twilight has also enchanted butter knifes for years for a eventualities like this?
Luna has helped of course, why else was she so rarely in the public eye?
She was to busy with the white cute bunny dead army butter knife project.
Cadance has obviously already send out messages that they are hired for after the war.
War veterans do very well for security roots with some extended training.
Rainbow Dash Wonderbolts have fortunately started the training of the bunny army earlier than they are expected to be ready.
10.000 Bunny soldiers should be ready for deployment within 3 months!
That would explain why Fluttershy sanctuary budget is a multi million bit worth project!
Cute killer bunny soldier for emergencies like war.
Once the war is over they can be a rebuilding force as well.
Once they all died of old age, the become emergency food rations for Griffonia!
Celestia is a brilliant mastermind to have a multi purpose army like that at her disposal ♤
The retired soldier could help PTSD veterans from the anti human fanatics human war as therapy petting animals as well!
So versatile!!!
As if Celestia had nit learned her lesson over the last war with Griffonia to have a secret army at the ready.
Their versatility makes them a amazing work force for peace times as well!
Remember the Fruit bat incident?
That is actually Fluttershy super secret airforce...
But that is a entirely different branch of the Equestrian military, sponsored by Luna.
Her Thestral have trained them for years.
They will be so numerous that the will blot out the sun ones they drop the bunny army as fast deployment units!
Cadance love magic really was well spend to raise breeding instincts with the power of the Crystal Empire, increasing the breeding rate for cute white killer bunnies and adorable killer fruit bats for many years now...
It is like the movie 300... But Fluttershy is Xerxes ♡
The God Empress Fluttershy... Discord is so proud of her!
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I think that hits pretty close to home for Goldfur.
Australia has a huge rabbit problem thanks to Europeans bringing them over to a continent that had no natural predators.
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So you work it into the story?
Also why a problem? Rabbits make for great meat, my father has multible recipes about rabbit soup, rabbit I soy sauce and fried rabbit.
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Isn't that a pepper sauced rabbit meat dish? I think I ate it once at a restaurant though with something between 25-35€ not worth its price in my opinion. Though they had a really awesome side dish with salted elk liver.
Germany cooking culture sure is tasty even if it is bizarre in their ingredients.
Another example is chicken heart soup with swine liver salted with a side dish of filled rice balls or rather triangle shape, the filling was mandarin gelatine.
Warning about wild rabbits shot in hunting areas, they have a hard taste that needs to be purged with a thick buttermilk layer, for two days in about 5°.
Alternative is a citrus milk mix. But it kills the overall flavor in my opinion.
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It sure is!
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Smolder received emails from seventeen vulcanologists that day alone.
only seventeen !!!?. vulcanologists would kill for samples that fresh.
Next time in Worlds apart
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See you next updates everyone
The future battles that will be thought out without glorious song to tell of their brave resistance to nonsense:
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Ponies don't have taxes.
You'd think they'd have learned the first time during the pre tribal era when the earth pony farmers trussed that unicorn and his pegasus bully boys like cattle and hung them from trees and let their foals hit them with sticks.
And then the pink terror discovered Australia's national desert.
.................................
Pinkie Pie regarded the plate, her mane flattening straight as a razor and brow furrowing as she regarded the horror before her.
"What have you wrought upon these cursed lands."
"Its fairy bread."
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The Gibson, the Great Sandy, the Great Victorian, the Tanami, the Simpson...?
Wouldn't that Head of Operations already have a combined heart attack/brain aneurism when Smolder took her swim in the lava, wondering how she survived that, long before anyone showed up in Colorado??
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Be careful that Fluttershy doesn't get ahold of that recipe--or she'll nuke the planet from orbit.
Fluttershy: "It's the ONLY way to be sure they'll NEVER harm another rabbit! "
And not once did any of the occupants wonder how exactly an equestrian even figured out the van to begin with. 😂