“DON’T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME UNDER YOUR FILTHY GREEN SKINSUIT, YOU NAMELESS SNAKE! I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE ABOUT!” At that, Anonymous simply checked his non-existent watch and tapped his foot, waiting. The mare fumed impotently, then screamed in frustration. She summoned a comically large stamp with alternating coloured ink—Handy was almost certain it was some kind of strobed flashlight at first before he saw it in action. Lifting one of the sheets from the floor with her magic, she scanned the title, set the stamp to red, and mercilessly rammed it into the poor, unsuspecting paper, leaving a massive, red letter C on its face