“My dear, what you and your friends did was simply ghastly. It took weeks for the blood vessels to clear up in my eyes, and the abrasion on my neck from that horrid machine. At least it gave me an opportunity to try some lovely scarves and glasses, even if I was a little…….‘hoarse’.”  
“ERNT EH ALK AHOUT IFF?”  
“Oh no, the time talk is over. Aside from the complete design disaster, Zecora is quite a wealth of information for paralysis potions. By the time it wears off, it won’t matter anymore.”  
“NNNNF!”  
“The plaster is almost dry. The mane has to go, I’ve already removed your tail in order to make a perfectly smooth form for my dresses. Don’t worry about the mane, you won’t notice it’s gone, or see much else for that matter.”  
“NNNNF NNNNG!”  
“Cover your eyes, the plaster tends to burn…. And as the first, I’ll get to show your friends where you went, right before they join you.”
 
Rarity gets revenge for the garotting she had to endure, as she escaped somehow…