"–and he was all like 'This is not even my final form!' and then he charged at me, but I held him off! It got pretty close, I am not gonna lie, well okay maybe a little, but then I saw this... magic thing. Yeah, let’s call it that. It fell out of the unicorn's saddle bags. Not you, the pretty one, red fur, brown mane? Anyway, I accidentally broke it, and as you would say, voila!" he said, clapping his forehooves together for emphasis as he swung idly on the vines. Now, it wasn't exactly professional of him to do so, particularly since he actually liked Whirlwind as a client, but it was at times like these when he sincerely wished the stag suffered a severe case of rash from the ivy that he hoped was maybe just a little bit terribly poisonous.