Mads Call #3

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[Not that long after the fire breaks out on the SOL, the Mads decide to give the Satellite a call. Dr. F appears on the screen, looking highly amused.]

Ahhhh, nothing smells quite like Christmas spirit like seeing space nuts roasting on an open fire!

What's the matter, yule log get out of hand? I do hope you try it again soon!

Comments

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Uh. No. That was sarcasm! Is pink some kind of natural repellant of sarcasm?

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Nope-dopey! I don't think it is!

Oh! Oh oh oh wait! Twilight told me all about that! She said it's like a joke you make by saying something you really don't mean! So when you SAID there were pegasus races down there, you really meant that there AREN'T any!

Oooh, you're goooood.

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Yes. Yes, I am.

Whhaaait. The book Twilight taught you sarcasm? Perhaps I should assign that one again...

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What? No, silly, Twilight's not a book! She's a unicorn! I bet she'd make a good book, though, she's really super-duper smart!

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I thiiiink you've got your Twilights crossed. The only Twilight you'll be dealing with is really super-duper painful!