[Twenty-three and three-fourths minutes later, there's a knock at the library door. Twilight opens the door to reveal a smoldering Discord who throws the partially disintegrated gradunza down at her hooves.]
Discord: "This isn't mine!"
[Six hours, Forty-nine minutes and eleven point three seconds later, Twilight exits the magically-rebuilt library and walks straight into a gravel covered, annoyed looking Discord.]
Discord: "Still waiting on that gradunza, Twilight."
[Discord closely examines the gradunza.]
Discord: "Actually, no this isn't mine either. You were looking at it upside-down, see?" [Discord flips the gradunza around.] "This gradunza belongs to a 'Drocsid'. [Carelessly tosses the gradunza over his shoulder.] "So, no. I am not leaving until you one: return my gradunza, and two: return this gradunza to Mr. Drocsid, Little Miss. Chronic-Gradunza-Thief."