Rainbow: Hey! What does that suppose to mean, Soarin?!
Soarin: Oh, hi, Rainbow!
Rainbow: Answer my question, Soarin! Why did you do it?!
Soarin: Did… what?
Rainbow: You know perfectly well! You burned my ass!
Soarin: No! I… I didn’t! Really! It… It must’ve been somepony else… Maybe it was… Eh-h…
Rainbow: Somepony else, huh? Yeouch! Poor butt… Like I don’t see a thundercloud you’re hiding behind your back!
Soarin: No! I… I… I’m not hiding it! Honestly! When I kicked it I just didn’t know…
Rainbow: Didn’t know what? That my rump was straight under it and its lightning bolts would stroke me in my butt?! Likely story!
Soarin: But don’t you like how it looks now?
Rainbow: I think you… wait, what did you say?
Soarin: Your plot reminds me of a toast. Looks yummy!
Rainbow: I… I’m not even sure how to respond to that.
Soarin: Besides every mare likes when it happens, am I right? Getting a… hot smoking rear, he-he!
Rainbow: Well, I think it does look kinda cool now…
Octavia: Oh my… poor Dash. It must hurt.
Vinyl: But it looks like fun! We should try doing it one day!
Octavia: Don’t. You. Dare!