'♫ Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon! And sleeping in the middle of a summer after- ♫'
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"Hello, the Administrator speaking."
"This is Ician. Nice ringtone, by the way."
"Why thank you. Can you believe somepony wrote that song in my honour?"
"No, I can't. Anyway, I have important news."
"What? Did something go wrong?"
"No, everything went exactly as expected." A pause. "The Princesses are dead."
"Ah, wonderful!"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean... yes, it's a great pity. How unfortunate that it had to happen, right?"
"... Anyway, that means it's time to revive the dead mercenaries."
"I suppose so."
"Excellent. I've prepared a little briefing for them when they get back on their hooves. Trixie and I will get both teams up to speed."
"Trixie? Why her?"
"She bugged me to let her help. I gave in after a few days of her continued pestering."
"I feel your pain. Pinkie's done the same thing to me before."
"Ah, yes. Speaking of Pinkie, she and Twilight need to get their act together, and fast. Our little parasitic infestation has made its move."
"I see. We're looking at a battle of ponies versus parasites, don't you think?"
"... Wasn't that obvious?"
"No, no, see, I had to explain the title. It was a title drop of sorts, if you will."
"... What?"
"Sorry. Fourth wall business. Ignore it."
"... Right..."
"Anyway, it's about time to see who's fighting for the most worthy cause."
"... I don't get it. Aren't we?"
"So you think."
"Look, I see no link between what you just said and the rest of our conversation."
"You don't see a link? My bad. Here it is."
"... I'm well and truly lost now."
"Fourth wall business. Ignore it."
"... I've said everything I need to. Goodbye, Administrator."
"Yes, yes, goodbye, Ician."
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