“If’n they were smart, they’d be pissing themselves. Begging the princess’s pardon, ma’am.”
OK, that's funny.
Big Mac hastily held out his straw hat to her while telling himself Luna didn’t mean what she was saying. She was cranky from lack of sleep and likely as angry and frustrated as her sister over the violation of her home. Or it could be woman trouble. But Big Mac had learned long ago to never voice that opinion in front of a mare.
Wise move.
“You bastard! I’ll have you impaled for that!” she screamed as her horn began to glow with dark energy.
OK, that's funny.
Wise move.
Luna, calm down, let's not do anything hasty...