[That Nightmare slams her hooves down on the ground, baring her teeth at him as her nostrils flare. Pitch tilts his head back to look down his nose at the frost spirit, frowning.]

You were the one threatening me, Frost. That staff of yours was so dangerously close, after all. One shot of your ice blast, and who knows what would have happened. It was in defense.

[He reaches into his robe to pull out a pink slip, tossing it to him. Pitch watches as the slip floats down over by Jack's feet.]

You'll enjoy detention, however.