I need to type in the coordinates to Equestria, Spike. Cover me.

Oh, man. I mean, you know, I-I don't want to shoot nobody.

They're just robots, Spike! It's okay to shoot them! They're robots!

Aaaaah! My leg is shot off!

Garble's bleeding to death! Someone call his wife and children!

They're not robots, Twilight!

It's a figure of speech, Spike. They're dragons. I don't respect them. Just keep shooting, Spike. You have no idea what prison is like here!