"Eh. Win some, lose some. They'll find more. Until all of you wise up and drop the goody two-shoes act, that is."

Discord has successfully halted her efforts, and that's all he's really here to do. Delay, distract, and dispatch if necessary. He's not looking forward to that last one -- it was why he was outside and not inside watching the show.

His entertainment plays out better.

"That's not how it works," Discord says with a mostly dead tone of voice. "You're living in a fantasy world if you think any of those chumps you pal around with know how to have a good time. I stand to go from the winning team to the losing team."

He shakes his furry head.