Mistah Leary, he is Dead

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 Sugar Spoon tilted her head, "Hmm, 'Magician's Toybox' ? Isn't that something Agate Crystal used to ... no, that was the 'Little Gray Cells'..." She grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, frowning, "I know that was something some writer said about... what was it Argyle Cotton Voile talked about...?"

Hunter glanced at the proprietor as he sipped his drink. "What, you mean the 'Mind Palance' ?"

"Yes!" Sugar smiled, then frowned again, "And... no. That's not it. I know I've heard that term before though... something about the planet Ares." She sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. "... something about the Aresian Chronicles? Or... Mareinheight 451, or..."

The earth pony's eyes snapped open and she leaned forward, speaking in a low voice "Where do you get your ideas from, Mr. Rayberry? It's all here, "she tapped the side of her head, "My... magician's toybox, I'll never starve for ideas here." Her hoof slapped the top of the table, "Hah!"

"Not bad, Mrs. Spoon." the reported drawled, "But he wasn't talking about his head. Brad Rayberry's office is famous for being littered with curios, models, artifacts, and curiosities of various sizes shapes and colors."

Sugar Spoon looked over, seeming to notice the unicorn for the first time, "Do I know you?"

The reported shifted in his seat, leaning back, "Not sure. 'Fear and Loathing in Los Pegasus', 'The Curse of Pono', 'Better than Clop', 'The Great Kelpie Hunt' ..."

Spoon's eyes widened for a moment, "I thought you were dead."

"I get that a lot."

The mare turned back to Scribble, "Please tell me you haven't started using heavy drugs."