But no, seriously, welcome to the Cirrus. And congratulations! You must've reeeeally ticked somepony off to get here."
"My t**s are extremely calm, Miss." explains the enraged mare. A whiskey bottle pops open and is quarterway guzzled. Some pony better get her superior officers quick before some pony else gets hurt. "I'll believe it when he says it. And tells me why. You can't play with a mare's emotions.""And you can't force a stallion's. If you're expecting perfect understanding of eachother's psyche, go out with a clone of yourself. But you know what? Get a grip. That's a world-class coltfriend you've got right there, and it's high time you realized that." Daniel, for his part, much like M, has had quite enough of this BS, and starts thinking up some rhymes in case something goes down.
"Miss Rainbow, I advise that you calm your t**s. You're beau Sandy is a good fellow and MORTAL. He is no vampony. He loves you." She said sternly, not in the mood for this nonsense. She wanted the wangst to be saved for afterward.