*The changeling skitters from the shadows and through the hive, in search of @mlp_Onyia and Ace Maverick.*

*How convenient. Checkmate makes his way to the pod chambers and just... glowers at @mlp_Onyia and Ace Maverick.* Sister. Pony.

Your... mother is a fine pony. When we conquer Equestria, she'll be the last we drain to dust. Now. Shall we? We have delayed for long enough. My fault, but it's time we strike at our wayward brothers.

*Silence, inferior version of Keylime. Soon, I shall replace you completely.*

*Slightly dusty hiss.*

*Slightly dusty, the changeling withdraws from a nearby vent in the pod chambers. He hisses softly to himself.* Repairs complete. Excellent.

*He narrows his eyes at both Tortrix and @mlp_Onyia... somehow.* First, don’t call me that, grubling. I hardly deserve the title. Ask the Podkeeper.

...Puns. *He hisses again, louder this time, gaze flicking between the two changelings.* Foolish pony humor. You disappoint me, “sister”.

*His menacing hiss fades to an irritated grumble.* ...very well. Although I clearly would have won.

*He prods the pod, eyeing the contents.* It isn’t a pony. And it’s emitting a strange amount of... hyperactivity. What IS it?

She is filled with... something, yes. I don’t like it. But I trust the Queen’s judgment.

Or with a thing like this, period. Still, I trust your expertise. Drain her to dust.

You may even receive a compliment, grubling. And what has you concerned, sister?

...I’ll stay here and guard the... strange pink thing.

*Grumbles.*

*Don’t touch it if you can’t afford it, Bat.*

*…can’t argue with that logic.*

*Stubs her toe.* Son of a-!

…wait. Don’t have toes. Nevermind.

*Lurking near the buffet table, glaring at Star Drifter.* Yer standin’ in front of the tiny cheese crackers.