Scyphi was the one teaching the anger management class. May Celestia save us all.
Twilight watched with horror as a hinge dropped from the doors to her study. Then a second hinge. And a third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth... Tenth? How many hinges did those doors have?
Whatever the case may be, they were all unhinged now as Spike pushed down the doors with a light shove. He tossed the comically-large impact drill aside.
"Spike!" Twilight gasped, "You're back! How was anger management? I was sentenced to one year of hard labor in the friendship gulags of the frozen north."
"I am..." Spike balled his fists. "More powerful, than anyone has ever imagined. I don't need friendship. Not when I have the might of pure, unbridled, ra--ooh, is that the Orb?"
Twilight nodded as she continued her pondering. Even if she was already late by over a year, it wasn't going to ponder itself.
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What if the comically large impact drill Spike tossed aside accidentally fixed something when it landed?