SITE TAKEOVER >:U

The treaty is being written up now. The ponies are still a part of our army, but will be kept in a separate batallion and you will remain in control of your own forces. We will use more citizen funding to build your planet of platinum pieces. Not too sure how it'll hold up if the Platinum Pygmies ever see it, though. I promise that being a member of our army is, in the words of A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel, "Totally Awesome."

Yes indeed, Miggeh, yes indeed. And now for the weather! Zeima seems to have a looming cloud front that appeared ever since Miggeh and I started our insane takeover. I always thought that weather foreshadowing in films was a bunch of bull, but it looks like there was some truth behind it as you can't even see Nyoka in the sky anymore. Ah well... cross eternal night off of the Tinged Nightmare Crawlers' to-do-list. Then yell at the Tinged Daydream Crawlers for not doing their job of bringing on the daylight. Somebody go yell at the troops while I sit here and do nothing because I'm lazy. I'm ashamed of my laziness.

Miggeh and I have talked it over, and we have agreed that we may coexist peacefully so long as you don't touch our solar system. However, if you ever come near the Nyokan Solar System we will battle you all-out. There's only room for one dictator ruling in this solar system and that is us. It pains me you are not assimilating into joining the greater good, but better to exist peacefully than in war, we suppose.

As for DragonTamerChris' Electrodes - we've now fished them out and sent them to Michigan where they will safely detonate.

...nothing to see here; move along.

We haven't been opposed in a long while, which therefore makes me put a stamp on this that says we won the war! Unless something happens tomorrow before Rebsingh returns. Which I hope it doesn't. Excuse me while I joyously dance.

Hold on, hold on. Wait.

Because if I could, that would be really unfortunate. I mean really unfortunate. Nyeh, whatever. It looks like our dictatorship has gone exactly according to plan, Miggeh! EXACTLY ACCORDING TO PLAN, I SAY! Now to come up with a new decree.

Aaaaand, I declare that we now get to have illegal attachments to our cars and spaceships. Because I want a flamethrower on both. Flamethrowers are everything.

And that was the decree from me, your co-dictator with Miggeh. CONFORM!

Oh, and I'm sure some of you are asking, "How does this benefit me?" Well... it doesn't. Sorry.

(The above visual depicts you and me. I'm the man in the back, smiling, while you are the women in the front, shocked and disgusted slightly).

And I am a woman.

And this is a manmaid.

And actually, at that point, she's a human.