‘I wouldn’t worry too much,’ said Twilight, ‘I don’t remember any Pears in Ponyville when I come from.’
‘So we beat them somehow,’ Smith said. ‘Drove em all away. Just need to figure out how.’
‘I do have a copy of General Tacticus’s Letters lying around somewhere.’
‘We could throw it at them,’ Smith agreed. ‘Bound to cause concussion, that one.’
Twilight gasped, pulling away. ‘You monster! It’s a library loan!’
‘Foiled. We’ll just need to get them the old-fashioned way...’
‘Your plan, captain?’
‘Hit em where it hurts!’ cried Captain Smith, much-decorated, undefeated, and tackled Twilight to the bed.