_”…Twintails, you know that old saying about a line and clearly passing it?…“

“Oh, pff, come on Night Strike, this isn’t even the craziest idea I’ve had yet. Besides, I’m only testing this one today.“

“The fact you went and built a missile like this at all is more my concern…“

“…did I mention it’s loaded with a warhead eight times larger than the ones I’ve tested before?“

“…why the hell didn’t lead with that, ya two-tailed dingus?! C’mon, let’s see this sucker blow!_

_…though, I gotta ask, when these things explode, why isn’t the area around them showered in hot shrapnel from the metal casing?“

“Night Strike, the moment you start seriously questioning these things is the moment ponies start to get injured by fragmentation and shrapnel.“

“…fair point.”_

Back once again in nondescript Ponyville-adjacent field #376, it seems that Night Strike is starting to get a little bit skeptical about my projects to help dissuade another serious Winter War. 400 pounds of P-235 never hurt anyone, though!

Because I haven’t abused all of wydart’s characters in massive balloony ways enough yet.