Mac: Granny, look! Ah'm a Princess! Granny: Ah know ya are, Mac! That's why ah went an' got y'all some subjects! Mac: Oh, boy! Who're my - AUGH! Drone 1: Look, there! One of their Under-Queens! Drone 2: Oh-ho-ho, we've been waiting a LONG time to capture one of you! Mac: G-Granny? W-w-what are these guys? Granny? Granny?! Drone 1: Fool! You left the sanctuary of your Hive! Drone 2: Palace. Drone 1: Whatever. Did you really think you wouldn't stand out here among these wingless, hornless drones of yours? Mac: Where's ma Granny? Ah want Granny Smith! Drone 2: From now on, the only Granny you'll see is our Queen! Drone 1: Who will have plenty of questions for you, little monarch! *flicks Mac's horn* Mac: *fake horn falls off* Drone 1: ... Drone 2: ... *vrworp* Um, hello. We're a pair of travelling insurance sales ponies. Drone 1: *vrworp* Have you, or some pony you love, been replaced by a changeling? Drone 2: If... the latter, then please call this number. *gives Mac a card* Mac: *takes card* Uh- Drone 1: Have a nice day, ma'am. Drone 2: Sir. Drone 1: Whatever, let's get out of here. *both drones fly off* Mac: ... w-what was... Granny!! Granny: *emerging from behind tree* Y'all gonna stop dressin' up like a girl now, young stallion? Mac: *whimpers* Y-yes'm. *sniffle*
Mac: ... an' that's why ah don' talk much. Twilight: Sweet Celestia... note to self, don't drink with the quiet ones ever again. Fluttershy: *drunken sobs* That sounds just like when my father hired a dragon to make me eat my broccoli!! Twilight: Ever. Again.