tHE door ÇLOSES (It's kind of hard to definEeËÊ a single event when [I? He?] Perceive[s?] at least nineteen diment{I/O}ns all at once, @Ç|-| \/\/¡| ¡tšs 0w|\| 7i& 5Çªl) and [I? hE?] teleport[s?] in frºnt of what can be a d e s k t o pŽ a sausssssssssssss       !|!
saussageŽ a prêt7y ugg!y d{o}gŽ 0r butt*. Bèhìndt{aratatatatataran} it{utututurun}, 1c9cr9@m Qu99n | m9@n Celestia !00ck5 at [Me? Him?] w£ari||y.
 "What do you want?" the fun part ab0ut
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fagg0t5 15 tha|t| 50mê 0f th3m f{uckthisgayearth} · · · · {<---waka waka waka waka}       !|!
fëê| |1ke t|-|ë`/ 6ê55š3rvê m0re respect thªšn p1 |n th sëª.
[I? He?] pu{ssie}7[s?] b0th [My? His?] pªuu and[My? His?] Ç|auu |n th d0g-dë5k-5ªu55ªg t|n{kers construct}gh.
 "For once in my life, I will be clear. If anything happends to Twilight, be it because of your actions or innaction, your head will be in a spear at the sunset of that day."
 "Honoring your promise to Fluttershy?" she asks, smiling despite her still tearful eyes. Realising than her smile is authentical is actually a surprise for [|\/|? him?], and [¡? He?] almost flash[es?] one in response.
[I? He?] k{aka nene, kaka}êp [My? His?] f@cë a R1cTû5 0f  5Ç-r|0u5n$$ (h#r l11\|ê       )()!|!()(
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[    - RESTARTING COMPLETE -    ]**
gæ5 bkªm b0{oooh, ahm a fukkin ghosttttt!!}r|ng t0 tuu|5t 9|_|1Çk!yŽ and 56ë d0=5 a p{eppermint}rt& gud _|06 a¿  tha\ hr5ërf |ªt|`/) and, uu¡|h0u| |}re4|<¡n9 ë`/ê Ç0n|aÇtŽ  \/\/¡|| 5napp [My? His?] f|n9êr5  and  ||p0r! auua`/.
 
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** Wouldn't being an ancient machine be the biggest of cliches? [I? He?] bet[s?] you even ßellieved that one for a second.
 
 
 
The door sort of CLOSES (It's kind of hard to define a single event when [I? He?] perceive[s?] at least nineteen dimentions all at once, each with it's own timescale and some without time at all), and [I? He?] teleport[s?] in front of what could be a desktop, a saussage, a pretty uggly dog, or both. Behind it, Icecream Queen I mean Celestia looks at [Me? Him?] wearily.
 "What do you want?" The funny part of
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faggots is that some of them feel like they desserve more respect than piss in the sea.
[I? He?] put[s?] both [My? His?] paw and [My? His?] claw in her dog-desktop-saussage thing, and looked at her eyes.
 "For once in my life, I will be clear. If anything happends to Twilight, be it because of your actions or innaction, your head will be in a spear at the sunset of that day."
 "Honoring your promise to Fluttershy?" she asks, smiling despite her still tearful eyes. Realising than the smile is authentical is actually a surprise for [|\/|? him?], and [¡? He?] almost flash[es?] one in response.
[I? He?] ke[eps? pt?] [My? His?] face a rictus of seriousness (Her little games became boring to twist quickly, and she does a pretty good job at that herself lately) and, without breaking eye contact, will snapp [My? His?] fingers and teleport away.