Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design.  Your friends, down there in the Middle East, are walking into a trap, as is your Protestant movement.  It was I who allowed the Protestants to know the location of the “terrorist” network.  It is quite safe from your pitiful little band.  An entire legion of my best troops awaits them.  Oh, I’m afraid that the weapons of mass destruction will be quite operational when your friends arrive.

Whose mane six are they, anyway?

Are they my mane six?  Are they your mane six?

Are they his mane six?  Where do these mane six even come in?

And why are there six of them?  What’s up with that?

Brony?  Furry?  Brony?  Furry?  I don’t know!

I only grew up on one.

That’s actually a thing for Touhou artists.

I thought you were the random blocker, not the random blockee.