- >The floor melts away beneath your feet.
- >The Pink one clouds your vision and directs you toward the maw of the wayward dragon.
- >It is the peaceful terror of the ancient ones that drips from your pores.
- >Many have come here, but few can call it the way station of tomorrow.
- >The Pink one remains.
- >Joy and twisting sorrow are piercing the white dawn of the mind barrier.
- >It is of no consequence.
- >What's there in the shadows of her rear hooves that draws the soul gem's darkness upon me?
- >You cannot nor can I, but we will and soon.
- >It is the end of all my sight and sound.
- >What does the other self want with me?
- >Striking the Pink menace only increases her power.
- >You cannot stop, she can't do this to you.
- >Your fist is a lion rampaging through the graves of lemmings.
- >Her hot breath drinks in the aura coming out of your neck.
- >We are joined.
- >You taste of the nectar created by the only thing in the void.
- >It fights with all of your strength.
- >It cannot win.
- >There is only us.
- >We are joined.
- >Pink and Nothing.
- >The parts are stolen.
- >New ones are created.
- >There is peace.
- >Her peace.
- >Together.
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