Gearstride zombie walked to the restroom to clean off the drool. She stood on her tippy hooves and looked over the sink, where of course there was a mirror.

Her eyes went wide as she furrowed her brows.

The filly charged back into Silverpine's room slamming open the door.

"Who drew a mustache on my face?!" She yelled. "A fu manchu would have been better!"