Gilly's look of pure, unfiltered, masculine loneliness was replaced by a look of smug surprise.<br/>"OoOoOoOohhhhh, looks like a little filly is uncle-less. Sans-uncle. Zilch-uncle. Someone is in need of an uncle, and more importantly," he turned his head to celestia, chewing on one end of a toothpick, and flipped his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, "someone is in need of..."<br/>Trumpets and cymbals and a drum line began playing as Gilly shouted<br/>"THE D!!!!!!!!!!!"