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Night Strike fumed, stepping forward once again as Aerith tried to tug her back. “No! No I’m not! What kind of crazy pony do you have to be to think megaspells aren’t real!? You saw one! What did you think that shockwave was, a strong updraft from the coast?! For Luna’s sake, you’re a GHOUL! A ZOMBIE! YOUR GENES ARE MORE TANGLED THAN A CAT WITH A BALL OF YARN! WHYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAARE YOOOOU SOOOO INSAAAAANE!?!” She leaned forward onto the table, panting as the glass of her helmet fogged. We all stared at her in shock, her breathing slowing as she stood back up, leting off a sigh. “Okay. I’m done now. Have a nice day Crazy McCrazyton.” She turned, heading back out of the door.