Octavia: The hole in my ceiling with my friend firmly planted in it bages to differ.

Vinyl: Hey Tavi, my horns starting to go numb, can we hurry this up?

Octavia: Just a minute dear. *Smack*

Vinyl: *falls* Ah! Ow, my butt!

Octamum: Oh you poor dear, let mommy make it better.

Vinyl: Keep her away from me! *hugs butt*