[The NV has been set up on a desk to show Roman (clearly not a pony anymore) sitting in a leather office chair, martini in hand. Behind him is an aquarium complete with a family of three tiny sea monkeys and a little decorative iron maiden house for them to live in. With a gloved finger, he taps on the glass, causing the animals to skitter and flee inside their house. He lets out an amused chuckle as he turns to face the camera.]
So. Anyone want to take bets on whether they grow up to be mutant monsters with an insatiable appetite for human flesh?
[Encrypted to Sherlock Holmes]
What's crackin', Holmes? I feel like we never talk anymore. Let me into your life. Talk to me, brother.