him during his sicktime. He wasn't too happy about being kept awake.

It's physically impossible to stong himself. ... is it?

Is doing what he does best. Everything. I mean. Uh. Taking over the world. I mean uhh.. Drawing. Yes. Drawing

He would be doing different things if he weren't tied to his bed. Not in the literal way, a sick pony needs to stay in bed for full recovery

*suddenly feels like a certain white pegasus he hasn't met might be right*

Is a tea sipping maggot Also a hot cocoa milk sipping maggot

"Merry Christmas, me. Ha ha ha!" He took a sip from his hot chocolate, and leaned back in a comfy chair

- window.

-- unable to take flight himself, but, has achieved it in another way. That way being drawing, and his intelligence ... No, not magic.

He ordered a huge package of tomatoes. In the middle of winter. In the forest. Tomato soup is important though

Potato soup wait these aren't tomatoes