Spike,

I do not care how you managed to get all ten of the Leaping Lords acrobatic group to come all the way from Saddle Arabia so they could perform daring jumps over my house at all hours of the day.

I just want them gone.

And the dancers too.

And the Leaping Lords crushed the hen house.

And the colly bird is hiding in my mane.

And Sweetie Belle is talking to some imaginary friend she calls 'Azatoth the Unknowable.'

And I'm starting to think I never want to see you again.

Rarity