Brony: Hey. Got any apple cider?
Me: Don't even go there. If you talk about Cider I will rip your BLOODY WINGS OFF.
B: Does Daniel have any apple cider?
M: Rip! You begin to bleed out where your wings used to be. You are in excrutianting pain. You can no longer fly. So much blood...
B: NO! But I love my wings!
M: Your wings are no more. I BURNED THEM!!!!!
B: But how can you rip my wings off if you're at home and I'm in the crystal kingdom?
M: Because, stupid, I'M DEAD!
B: Who killed you?
M: That's for you to figure out, wingless.
B: I still have my wings.
M: No you don't...I ripped them off and burned them. BURNED THEM!!!!!!!!!!
B: Weird as usual Matt...
M: Me weird? Hahaha! You're the one letting the blood run out...
B: No wound, no blood.
M: That is incorrect, wingless. You are bleeding all over...almost to death...
B: Well, how am I flying then? At this very moment.
M: You're halucinating, wingless. From blood loss. And death.
B: *Falls over, laughing*
M: And dying...
M: Well got to go wingless...Have fun in the afterlife...