Having been dragged away from his methodical investigation of every square inch of the Satellite of Love by the promise of food and a very fast talking pink pony who was rather more...forceful, than the other soft spoken pink pony he was used to talking to.

Had he mentioned his life was strange lately? And that was compared to his usual day job of fighting trolls and having explosive poo thrown at him by monkey demons.

Anyway, at the moment he was currently giving a plate of drumsticks the stink eye, wondering if they hadn't tried to murder him a few days ago. Dammit all, this place had already taken his magic, now was it going to steal his love of fried genetically engineered chicken product too?