Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare...
The stage had been cleared of the other pegasi, leaving only a fine mare with a mane of pink to be on the stage.
Starry Skies...
...has an army of trotney pickpockets...
"Who told yo--ur wrong of course... Why would I need pickpockets of any kind? Really."
Starry Skies...
...wears a false mustache...
"I don't wear a fake mustache... That's just stupid."
Starry Skies...
...has a real mustache...
"I sha--uld say not! My face is always clean and clear."
Starry Skies...
...wishes upon a star...
"Say any more of these stupid comments and I will have Stratus kill you near or far."
Now you know...
Starry Skies...
"That's what I thought."
Nobody puts Cap'n in a corner!
Get her boys!
Out from the darkness from every-which direction came an army of colts sporting ascot caps swarmed around Starry Skies. "What in the name of--"
Go for the wallet boys!
... Trotney pickpockets...
...I always knew you had connections...