Page 1262 — Less Ado About Something
Scrapped line:
"Aww, look at da widdle muwdewhobo…"
I just love the idea of illusions that have somehow rapidly conquered existentialism and also regularly talk with the other illusions in the dungeon.
Transcript:DM: Let's see – Yona's free, Gallus is free… Smolder. You circle back around again, and guess what you find?
Smolder (RT): Not a pile of ashes?
DM: Yep. The same room, the same decorations, the same tea party, the same gossiping mares. Like you had never Fireballed the heck out of them.
Smolder (RT): Can't say I'm surprised, but I must confess I'm greatly disappointed.
Gallus (RD): Welcome to my world, sister.
Stepford Mare 1: Well, what did you expect, honey? We're illusions meant to torment dragons.
Stepford Mare 2: It's so CYUUUTE that you thought you could just Fireball us away.
Smolder (RT): Ummm… That's rather… candid for a couple of illusory ponies to say…
Stepford Mare 2: Freaking out is no way to not live. Which oh my gosh reminds me: Did you hear about Willy?
Stepford Mare 1: The illusory minotaur?
Stepford Mare 2: I heard he had an existential crisis about not being real and went crazy on the ponies in that maze. Which was, like, what he had been made for in the first place!
Stepford Mare 1: Oh my gosh, like, way to buck the system, NOT. More tea?