"So you believe. You are deeply incorrect on that front"

*Snorts* "You've been warned. But if I see so much as a glimmer from that in my home, I'm tossing you out - possibly of the city limits"

*Is desperately researching the effects of various fungi on Kelpies* *This constantly happy, chirpy and optimistic Glade is horrifying to her, and she needs to FIX it*

*Would claim it was an accident, but the public maniacal laughter in the immediate aftermath heavily implies otherwise*

(At least they weren't tentacles...) *Thousand-yard stare*

*Plans for a romantic evening spent within the LEIC priming chamber*

*With a cheery "pop" that echoes through the not-actually-entirely-secure chamber deep within the CWF factory, Skimmer opens a bottle of champagne and snuggles up to the warm priming barrel of the LEIC, secure in the knowledge that Sir Beaufort Scale can never come between them*

*One should take care with what one rouses from slumber*

*On the outskirts of Ponyville, set apart from its fellows by an expansive yard covered in warning signs, sits a house* *Though far from an opulent mansion, it is still a large, sprawling affair, with the signs of expansions not part of the original design still visible*

*It is a building many tend to keep a respectful distance from, though such behaviour is of no fault of the architecture. It is a fine house, after all, and blame should never be set on the undeserving* *It is the owner of the home, instead, that garners well-earned wariness*

*Within the house with delusions of mansionhood, a very strange pony lives. That it is her lair is, perhaps, a strong description, though many who have met the mare in question consider the term appropriate*

*It doesn't have even a SINGLE gargoyle* *It does, however, lack a "Welcome" mat, which is quite possibly the spookiest thing one can see in Ponyville*

*What dastardly schemes does this strange and dangerous mare concoct within her sprawling laboratories build beneath the foundations of her home?* "BzzzzWAAAAAAAAARP....." *Hunched over a desk in a small puddle of her own drool, Cloud Skimmer snores*

*STRICTLY ENFORCED LAWS*

*If Skimmer isn't allowed to maintain possession of the LEIC despite /technically/ being the overseer of CWF - a hollow title if ever there was one - then Moon isn't allowed a tank*

*Isn't entirely sure why all her neighbours moved away, but she's not complaining. Extra room to expand!*

*Once did some back-of-the-napkin math on just what sort of effects a never-ending storm cell would have on Equestria* *Terms such as "apocalyptic" became relevent*

*Ruefully appreciates the irony inherent in the fact that, should somepony actually succeed in creating an eternal storm, it would now be her job to put a stop to it* *Not for the first time, she wonders why she ever wanted a horn in the first place*

*So THAT'S what's causing that itch in her right hoof!*

*Drains another glass of sparkling cider, once again wondering how she ever got talked into making an appearance*