He can't seem to remember why he thought this was a good idea. Slipping the guards at night had been easy: their louder movements, and clumsier actions did not lend them any bonuses to catching a bat at night. Especially since, you know, bat ponies have fairly darker colors. However, this balcony was moonlit, very high, and cold enough to remind him of home. Still, he was ready. Especially since, well, the probability of him making it out of this without some form of punishment was astronomical. He smiled at the stars and watched the moon hang in the sky. Chances were, Luna would come around if a pony was on her balcony.
I don't intend to break-and-enter here. Tresspassing is enough of an offense. Hopefully this time the other prisoners won't try to break my fangs.
He sighed at the memory; last time he'd been caught he'd spent an overnight stay in the dungeon express, and the other 'normal' prisoners weren't so happy about it. Reguardless, he inspected his sign. It was.... pretty basic. In fact, it was just 'Luna is Best Princess.' He sighed a bit but raised it up like a picket skyward and waited to feel the fires of retribution.