"Huh." Aria's raised eyebrow was lost on the podcast's audience, but she did it anyway. "Here's a winner. 'How do you feel about the Splat Squad games and their portrayal of marine life on land? Signed, Marine Biologist in Manehattan.' Aren't those the games about squids shooting each other to not-death with their own ink?"
"More or less," said Sonata. Tonelessly as ever, she sang, "You're a squiiid now, you're a—"
"I will beat you black and bluer if you keep trying to sing."
"Is that chromist? Viewers, you decide, was that chromist?"
"Ignoring the idiots for a moment," said Adagio, "understanding our feelings on the matter will require some background on our lives back in the pony world."
"Ooh! Ooh!" Sonata jabbed a button. A prerecorded Whinnesotan voice intoned, "Time for backstory."
"Why did we ever give her that soundboard?" Adagio groaned.
"Because you knew it would irritate me and vice versa," said Aria.
* Lit. "Deep-old-bite-grabber-many."
"Right. In any case, the only sapient cephalopods worth mentioning in that world are... Well, we call them Shoopiyozhepirkrvri*. They call themselves..." Adagio paused for a moment to prepare her throat, then uttered a series of grunts, squeaks, and chirps that might be loosely transliterated as "Sq'wrrrr!k." "I'll just call them krakens so I don't have to make that sound again and none of our listeners can insult my native tongue by trying to speak it. Since you're a marine biologist, Manehattan, you're familiar with the colossal squid. Think of krakens as gargantuan squid."
"Or 'swim away as fast as you can' squid," added Sonata.
"Or just 'fuck off' squid," said Aria.
"Suffice to say, they're more than thirty feet across before they reach maturity, and that's just the mantle. Their minds and society are virtually incomprehensible to any being with a spine, and the feeling is mutual." Adagio shuddered at long-buried memories stirring in the depths of her mind. "Given all that, I can't honestly say I have an opinion on the Splat Squad games, because every time I try to imagine a sapient squid with a gun, my brain shuts down out of horror."
Aria smirked. "You, o great and mighty Adagio? Horrifed?"
That got her a glare. "Did I ever have us challenge krakens, even at our height?"
"No."
"Right, because I was never suicidal."
"What about the fashion part of the games?" said Sonata.
The others turned to her. Adagio spoke first. "There's a fashion part?"
"In a shooter?" Aria shook her head at the state of the industry.
Sonata beamed. "Sure! Half the fun is creating your own look."
"Fashion. Krakens." Adagio was silent for a few moments, then shook her own head. "No, sorry, can't bring those concepts together."