[punch]

Несколько понравившихся цитат из MLP-фиков:

1) Ситуация: чувак попал под машину, помер, и после некоторых непредвиденных событий на том свете очнулся в теле поня, лёжа на рельсах. Приближался поезд. "Кажется, я понял месседж мироздания", подумал главгерой.
Welcome to the land of the living, son. Have a train.

2) Ситуация: описывается утро одного из гвардейцев Луны, как он готовит себе еду, и его размышления на эту тему.
Joe had never considered himself a particularly fancy cook, but he fancied himself a pretty good one, and a cook was only as good as the meals he made. Moori dishes demanded no small measure of adaptive finesse to get quite right. Too much time marinating, or too little time in the pan, and the whole meal was a disaster. There was a razor sharp edge between Just Right and Horribly, Horribly Wrong, and every one of their bizarre meals walked it like a tightrope. Joe found this profoundly thrilling. There was something about crafting a dish so delicate, so skittish, so fragile, that anything short of perfection resulted in an an unholy, inedible mess. He hesitated to call it 'dangerous,' because... well, it was food. But what the hay. Dangerous.