"Of course I'll do something about it.", Twilight said as she finish reading the lastest Captain Underpants comic Spike made. Spike is in shocked. Spike argued,"What? But Twilight-"
"No butts Spike, 'butt' is an inappropiate word.", Twilight said with a firm voice. Ms. Cheerilee leaves the castle suggesting to Twilight that Spike need some mental help. "Don't worry Ms. Cheerliee, I happen to be a physiatrist myself.", Twilight said. As Ms. Cheerilee leaves Twiligh slams the door shut.
Twilight sighs and that's not a good sigh (or sign get it? ). "Spike," she finally asked,"how long have you been doing this?" Spike starts to sweat a lot.
"Probaly since last year.", Spike said with a low voice. Spike don't know what to do, all he can do is just prepare for the worst. "So, am I uhh grounded?", Spike asked.
"No Spike,"Twilight says,"I will not ground you for something I did." Spike is now confused. "Something you do?", Spike asked.
"Yes Spike, clearly you have a lot of junk in your head and it's my fault you have too much free time to collect the junk.", Twilight points out. Spike does not like where this is going. He asked, "Soooo, I'm not in trouble?"
"Oh, you're still in trouble Spike, there will be just no punishment", Twilight continues,"in order to remove the junk in your head I have just decided to let you work on the weekdays and the weekends." Spike drops his jaw.
Spike says,"Yeah, I do not really get the "no punishment" part." Twilight continues as she ignores Spike,"Think about it, the more work you have, the more productive your brain will get, the more productive your brain gets the more junk that will get out of your head."
Spike finally protests, "But Twilight my work is not junk!"
"Yes it is Spike! That's what ponies err dragons with junky brains would usually say, trust me you will thank me later." Spike walks to his room with his mind filled with anger.
"Ok," Spike says, "maybe working more isn't that bad, right?"
