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[willshootyou]

[There's a sudden CLATTER of noise as two gloved fists hit to the top of a wide wooden desk the militant blond nation stands before-- a stack of empty forms before him as his eyes narrowed to the empty hall that the double doors of the study opened up to belonging to Headquarters.

Curling a gloved hand before his mouth he mumbles.]

This will not

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[ponyplanes]

I'll bring the ponies! I can like, totally put horns on their head and call them reindeer!

[willshootyou]

.....What would any use be in that?

[ponyplanes]

Christmas spirit! Duh!

[willshootyou]

...They would create a mess.

Unless you are going to...pick up after them.

[ponyplanes]

Like, there's no way they'd make a mess! Ponies are 100% natural. Totz.

[willshootyou]

.....Do they eat?

[ponyplanes]

Are you totally dumb? Of course they eat!

[willshootyou]

Then they defecate.

That-- is a mess.

If you want them there you will clean up after them.

I will only agree under these conditions!

[ponyplanes]

My ponies are house trained so like, you don't even have to worry.

[willshootyou]

Y-you are---!?

Planning on bringing them inside headquarters!?

[ponyplanes]

I totally already keep them inside! Where else do you want me to keep them?