A massive creature beyond comprehension interfering in my plans means little when those plans must come to fruition in order for the future to exist. Canterlot falls- pony society shambles, and when Sunny Starscout resolves to unite them all, magic in turn risks its return, alongside I. For magic is that which has always guided all ponies in the end of any sort of race. I and my actions are inevitable. Though perhaps now, in the face of such larger players, I should grow to embrace a little bit more creativity. After all... for every creature that stands to embrace friendship, there must be something MUCH worse out there capable of doling a destruction so untold, so thorough, that nothing- not even friendship itself, can survive. Count your days, ponies. I will return.
Don't let the door hit your tail on the way out
Is now a bad time to say that I left your water bottle back in the past?
The loss goes both ways, human. One day, you must accept that nothing is forever. Only then do you stand a chance at seeing my defeat ring true.
I don't wanna sleep outside again! It's cold and rainy outside and your couch is warm and smells like you.. Erm - smells like VICTORY is what I meant to say.
correctiob: not a human!
correction* fuck.