Severin looked at his army. A decent amount of them had disappeared for some reason. Now he had only ~50 men and two tanks to his name.
"I hate you," Severin glared at Ferdinand.
"MUFFIN?" a pony with a wall-eyed expression asked, walking in with a tray of muffins on her back.
"I hate you," Severin glared at Ferdinand.
"MUFFIN?" a pony with a wall-eyed expression asked, walking in with a tray of muffins on her back.