Hes got his pet bug held high above his head, running through streets making... "Airplane Noises", whatever those are. He refuses to explain, but instead just lets more information that she can't properly compile pour out of his mouth. He continued to ramble something about the F-22's superiority over other Fighter craft, but Twilight couldn't keep up; mostly because whenever she tried to ask him about it, he was dangling the bug in her face the whole time, and she had a worrying realization that she was now stewing on.