@Dirty Bit
Right? I mean, RD will always be the best Pickles in my book. But I figured since Thor’s kinda’ve the misfit of his family that scenario would just stick. That and seeing a drunk Chryssy would be friggin’ hillarious.
@AlchemyGold
“You don’t understand! I’m protecting an empire I was once trying to destroy! I used to follow every order. Every rule. Now I’m a traitor. A rebel! pupils turn into stars A Crystal Ponyyyyyyyyyy!”
Spike: Uh, Thorax, are you gonna be okay?
(Thorax looks up from a scroll on which he’s repeatedly scrawled the words “traitorous grub”) Thorax: (grins maniacally) No!
Thorax: Hey, I got no relatiton to my queen… other than I hate’er y’know?
Flashback to an adolecent Thorax dressed like a rebellious teen with duffle bag slung over his shoulder as he’s about to leave the front door he spots Chrysalis slouched in a la-z-boy recliner as she holds a half empty bottle of wine in the middle of what appears to be a living room of sorts. A dull light of a tellevision set illuminates the room. She glares at Thorax with a surrly druken glare. Her forehead wrinkles with a disssapointed scowel.
Chrysalis: Get of here… you belong in a garbage can.
Her mouth clenches shut as continues to glare at Thorax
Thorax returns the glare as he looks back at her with an expression that looks huffy.
Cut back to Chrysalis
Cut back to Thorax
Thorax: I don’t even remeber her name… and I’m glad that… I don’t know that.
