Twilight Sparkle: Spike, muthafucka! Spi-ike, muthafucka! Spike?
Spike: [groan]
Twilight Sparkle: There yo ass is. Quick, find mah crazy ass dat oldschool copy of Predictions n' Prophecies. Whatz dat for?
Spike: Well, it was a gift fo' Moondizzla yo, but...
Twilight Sparkle: Oh Spike, yo ass know our crazy-ass asses aint gotz time fo' dat sort of thang.
Spike: But we're on a break!
Twilight Sparkle: No, no, no... no, no, no, muthafucka! [grunts] Spike!
Spike: Itz over here!
[whack]
Twilight Sparkle: Ah, muthafucka! Elements, Elements, E, E, E.. fo' realz. Aha, muthafucka! Elementz of Harmony, see: Mare up in tha Moon?
Spike: Mare up in tha Moon, biatch? But thatz just a oldschool ponies' tale.
Twilight Sparkle: Mare, mare... aha, muthafucka! Da Mare up in tha Moon, myth from olden pony times fo' realz. A bangin pony whoz ass wanted ta rule Equestria, defeated by tha Elementz of Harmony n' imprisoned up in tha moon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Legend has it dat on tha longest dizzle of tha thousandth year, tha stars will aid up in her escape, n' her ass will brang bout nighttime eternal, muthafucka! [gasp] Spike, muthafucka! Do yo ass know what tha fuck dis means?
Spike: No- whoa!
[smack]
Spike: Ow!
Twilight Sparkle: Take a note please, ta tha Supa-Hoe.
Spike: Okie dokie.
Twilight Sparkle: My fuckin dearest mackdaddy, mah continuin studiez of pony magic have led mah crazy ass ta discover dat our crazy-ass asses is on tha precipice of disaster!