"Hey, what do you think you're doing, buggy?" a voice snapped her out of daydreaming, her heart racing as she saw half a dozen or so ponies skulking in the alley, with a really disheveled unicorn at the center of the group staring down at a huddle black mas-oh by the elders, it was a changeling nymph. With a rough shove that sent the changeling into the side of the building, the lead pony of this gang sneered at the poor nymph shaking in fear. "I asked you a question, buggy," he snapped, brandishing a switchblade that matched his talent emblem and held it close to the nymph. "Because what I think is that you're one of those old buggy queen bitch's countless broods that are holding back unity for Equestria. Now ain't that a shame, that because this selfish buggy bitch here refuses to do what's proper, we can't do the goddesses proper honour and I don't think that's what they want, right boys?"