Okay. So he wasn't hallucinating. That was good, right? Although maybe he'd feel better if this were a hallucination-- then it would end and things would return to normal. Sniper swallowed nervously.
"That makes sense. I'm not overly hungry, so I can wait as well." Sniper looked at Love. "Sorry. I promise we'll make good on your hard work as soon as we're able."
The trip through to Love's lab was enough, in and of itself, for Sniper to concede the title of 'World's Most Paranoid Pony'. For a pony who valued privacy, this was tantamount to torture and a direct violation of the Geneighva Convention. Sniper managed to suffer in silence and go with the flow. By the time everything was said and done, he felt less like a pony and more like a cheap car that had been given a rough thirty-eight point inspection.
Still, he had to give Love credit for her security measures. They were thorough to an abominable level.
"This is... a nice place." Sniper said after looking around the lab. He paused, uncertain of just what was transpiring. "Um. What sort of tweaks are you doing, exactly?"