T-34 set up a video camera and television equipment to film the interrogation for the other tanks to enjoy. A-20, MS 1, BT 2, and BT 7 set up the equipment. Soon, the show went live. Cromwell patched up his wound from that magical bolt. He felt uneasy after that. Professor Borsig waited for him near the doors to the chamber. Following Cromwell and Borsig, the camera crew came into the room.

"Here we have the idiot pacifists who actually started a war instead of avoiding one," T-34 narrated. "Here we have reporter A-20 interviewing the prisoners."

"So tell me idiot ponies, are you and your species brain damaged? How does it feel to start a war?" A-20 questioned.

"How do you ponies feel that you hurt someone?" Cromwell called. "As they say, an eye for an eye. You shoot me, I shoot you."

Cromwell felt a sharp pain in his wound and yelled. "MAKE IT STOP! Borsig shoot them please!"

"Sorry, all out of ammunition," Borsig smiled. He took out a piece of paper and documented the effects of magic on Cromwell then stopped screaming and recovered.

"You and your damned magic," Cromwell muttered. He radioed in for Jason T1 Voorhees who came into the room just as the message was sent.

Cunningham looked at the ponies and raised his blade and stuck it above the ponies.

"Tell me everything you know," Cromwell whispered. "Or I will let the blade do this for me."

T-34 and his camera crew zoomed in on the interrogation. Pz. 38 nA and the leaders were watching it from M48 Patton's TV. IS leaned in with interest. Pz. 38 nA was tense with excitement.

Cromwell was told everything he wanted to know. He shared the info with Borsig who began taking down notes on the species of ponies and their history, etc. He turned off the lights and left them with Cunningham who took off his mask and dozed off.

Cromwell drove back to his garage. T-34, A-20, Centurion, BT 7, Marder and all the tanks surprised him. Crusader held out a cake that had a British flag on it. "Happy Birthday Cromwell!"

Cromwell was shocked, how did he forget his birthday? Conqueror GC was there with presents loaded inside him ready to fire them at Cromwell who smiled at the sight of his friends. Crusader gave Cromwell the first slice of cake and gave everyone a piece. T-35-85 Rudy was there and KV 1S were partying. Hellcat was doing target practice with Archer and Chaffee was there. T-34 and his camera crew put down their equipment and went to a buffet set up by Sherman Firefly, E 25, S35, T20, and Chi Nu Kai. There
T20 served burgers, fries along with a case of cola. Sherman Firefly brewed some tea and cooked with T20. S35 made made coffee and chocolate with E 25. Chi Nu Kai and his partner 59-16 cooked soup, noodles, and vegetable salads for the tanks to eat with. Cromwell looked around and saw the other tanks enjoying themselves. He went to the buffet and grabbed a few crumpets and a cup of tea from Sherman Firefly and some of the soup that Chi Nu Kai cooked specifically for him. Cromwell looked around him. He saw Crusader playing with T18, BT 7, and Panzer II J. Crusader noticed him and drove next to Cromwell.

"Is something wrong?" Crusader asked. "Ever since you got struck by that bolt three days ago, you were acting strange even in the chamber. I don't think the new episode of Breaking Out would air because you weren't even trying to interrogate. Are you hiding something Cromwell? You're my by lad and you can tell me anything."

"It's that magic," Cromwell explained. "I feel different."

"How?"Crusader asked. "What is it?"

"It's hard to explain," Cromwell said.

"Yeah, I understand that," Crusader said. "You seem to be softer every day and are beginning to be the Cromwell that I enjoyed working with as the ghost busters."

Cromwell's vision began to blur and the sounds of the party were slowly fading. Was he going to die? He opened his eyes to see a pitch black environment and a desert colored pony near him. Cromwell readied his gun at it.

"Cromwell don't shoot!" it said. "It's me! It's me!"

The strange blackness began to blur as he recovered from his hallucination. Crusader looked at him with tears.

"I was wrong, you definitely didn't become soft," Crusader sobbed. Chaffee went to Crusader and tried to comfort him along with Conqueror GC. Hellcat and all the other tanks stared at him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I've become," Cromwell said sadly. "I should go leave before I cause more trouble for you lads."

Cromwell went outside to see Panther and Churchill driving to the front door with presents.

"Are those for me?" Cromwell asked.

The two tanks nodded and gave him the two gifts and went to the party. Cromwell opened both of them to see some premium shells and a crate of the finest British tea along with a few letters. One was from Professor Borsig and the rest were just deals and coupons for purchasing premium products.

Dear Cromwell,

The magic spell that was cast on you will reduce your battle performance because of you seeing hallucinations. I've found a way to reverse it. I've made a few remedies to heal you and can be added to any drink. I've put it on the market for you to buy. It stops hallucinations and reverses spells. Using the local plants, there are many healing plants that can be found in the Everfree Forest. You should go there and take the medicinal plants to crush into a fine powder and put it in your drink. I put a 5lb bag of it for you to add. You only need about 5mg per day and then you'll be back to your normal self. I know your angry but try to control it too and don't let it go out of control.

Sincerely,
Prof. Borsig

Cromwell looked at the bag of what looked like dust and poured some in his tea and drank. He didn't feel any different and felt his anger kicking in again. He took deep breaths and calmed down. He drank some more of his tea and finished his dinner for the night. He ate the slice of cake that Crusader gave to him. Cromwell picked it up and drove over to Crusader who was still crying. Cromwell gave him a piece of his cake.

"I'm sorry I threatened you," Cromwell apologized. "I was having a hallucination.

"You're going to have to make up for it," Crusader replied. "You owe me 400,000 silver for that or do some battles for two weeks without you flipping out."

"Deal," Cromwell responded.