The little colt flopped onto Gwyn, or the TK effect, if it was still up, trying to hold his head steady with his forehooves. "Can somepony stop the room? I want to get off now..." Garion's apple had exploded mid-transit, leaving the colt with a blackened snout and mushy apple junk all over his face. But other than that, he seemed none the worse for-
With that little shock, Garion's mane poofed out into a miniature afro.