Alushy: Your turn, pony girl.
 
Derpy: Yes, ma’am.
 
Alushy: What are you waiting for? Do it!
 
Derpy: She is already, five…no, six hundred meters away.
 
Alushy: Imagine the third eye. On the forehead, aim from there. If you shoot like a pony, then you’re going to miss like a pony.
 
Derpy: But ma’am…
 
Alushy: Aim right for her heart. Don’t worry. You’ll put the bullet right through her.
 
Derpy: But it’s so dark, and I don’t have a scope.
 
Alushy: That’s a pony complaint. Now, it’s time to make the shot like a proper vampire!