Original Description:
Sombra: “Wht is the meaning of this? Release me you foolish unicorn.”
Twilight: “Well, after a small detection in your magical balance, I detected some shadow cells withing you related to something called ‘umbrum’. So now I’m gonna check what’s inside of you. Isn’t magic and science amazing?!”
Sombra: “You are sick! Are you Crazy or something?!!”
Twilight: “Crazy? Or genius?! Spike, get me the enema hose.”
Spike: “Twilight, I’m starting to get really concerned for your health.”