Author's Notes:

You know the drill.

"💾⚡🧲🧲🧲" Spike wailed, waving the floppy disk in the air. "😢😱😱🙆‍♀️📣😰"

"Spike, how are you even doing that?"

"(⊙_⊙;) ¯\(°_o)/¯!" Spike yelled again, the disk all but vanishing from existence. "🤐👉😈😈😈🤮"

"You're saying you've been cursed to never speak again because you threw up?"

"😕"

Twilight lit her horn, focusing on Spike with a curse-breaking spell because the author isn't gonna bother spending his free time trying to think of something more original to call it right now. Spike relaxed, opening his mouth to say thanks.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--"

...Or not.