Think of it this way: With a somewhat sane pony here, new ponies won't be so frightened. I'll just lure them in, and then once they're tangled up by the tread, they're at the disposal of you two.
It's not you, but your the chances that I'll be like you. I think I've delved far enough into this nightmare of a thread. What sanity is left shall be retained. Hopefully...
Why do I hang out here...I would love to finally be able to sleep sometime... Either so much happens without me, or one of you does something that prevents future rest....
I get to sit in the throne, and what happens? I get snowed on. You can have it back, Fawkes. Penumbra, do what you will with this chair before he sits down.