Later, dawg [Open!]

[meat_mooks]

|| Attention, crew. Those who wish to attend the funeral of Matthew O'Connor, please report to the Observation Deck. ||

Another death announcement so soon after the last. It's a sad day.

Once again, the Observation Deck is arranged for the launch. The departed crew member, better known as Punchy in his lifetime, is encased in a central pod. The deck is lit by the starlight pouring in from the open window, a blazing blue star that will soon be Punchy's final resting place.

Another life lost. Time to say farewell once more.

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[elementofloyalty]

"I told you the reason: you always have to be right. Well, be right by yourself!" she snapped, then flew off.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Damn. She thought she liked that pony. Whatever. If she wanted to be an ass like everyone else and believe in the divine to save them, she could be useless by herself. If something bad happened, like if Applejack...

"No," she said aloud, firmly. "That ain't happening."

This was what happens, she thought to herself, when I'm surrounded by bleeding heart heroes. They actually start making me believe happy thoughts and bullshit will save everyone.