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(After pane 1)  
Genie Twilight: I ran as hard as I could, but it was no use. It was like I was a dog at the end of a leash, and that leash was getting shorter and shorter.  
(2)  
Genie Twilight: It didn’t help exactly that at one point I was tripped up by my tail, I don’t know if that was my own clumsiness or something that the bottle actually did to stop my attempts at running. Regardless, while in prone position after I tripped, the bottle took advantage and started to levitate me pretty high. And my hind hooves had started to move the same exact way my tail was.  
(4)  
Genie Twilight: My tail suddenly disconnected once I was high enough in the air. Left floating there it was no longer needed to chain me, but that’s only because the next thing entering the bottle to chain me again was on it’s way there, my hooves swirling around each other and even merging into a smoky tail with a similar width to my hips.  
(5)  
Genie Twilight: My cutie mark even started to travel down my very first genie tail as the rest of my body got closer and closer to the bottle.