We Can Work It Out [audio]

[thedoctorsmate]

[All right, this has gone long enough. Hiding in her little cottage is really not working. In spite of being embarrassed about the mossy mess that her mane as become, Donna takes to the scrolls.]

Okay. Scientists. I know there are, like, 20 of you out there. What's actually being done about this Poison Joke thing and how can we help? Because I'm about sick of having my hair constantly damp and slightly slimy. It's a mess on my pillow in the morning, and I'd really rather not live life on plastic sheets, thanks.

I know the regular cures for the Joke aren't working. What's next?

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[thedoctorsmate]

It's fitting, if nothing else. And at least poor Mako still has some means of communication.

"What happens if one stings you..." She's looking askance at those things.

[etranger]

I have been very careful not to find out.

[thedoctorsmate]

Smart mare.

"Okay. I can definitely remember those." Donna nods. "Are you okay out here on your own, or would it be better for me to find some pony with a bug cutie mark and send them out to try to help?"

[etranger]

Mako shakes her head.

I'll be fine; these are unusual enough that they fall under my special talent.

[thedoctorsmate]

"All right, but keep your scroll close. If those things do sting you..." She doesn't want to imagine how much worse it could possibly get for Mako. "I'll get in with you in a couple of hours, okay?"

[etranger]

Mako nods several times.

THANK YOU