Stained Hatchet heard the commotion, and quickly trotted to the extra-activities room. Still, she took her time. If they were strangling each other, why rush it, right? It wouldn't be her fault if she got a little too late to help one or two of the patients, right? There was a danger being in an asylum, and if you couldn't handle it, why, you should just leave.
Oh wait. They can't. Stained snickered lightly under her breath. She wasn't the cleverest of the Hatchets, but she her ignorance could make it more painfully and inhumanely crueler. Finally she got to the door, and thrust it open.
The first thing she saw was the unconscious Smiler. For only a moment, just a tiny, minuscule, moment, a flicker of a smile went across her face. She always hated those idiotic grin-machines. This one in particular too, since it was the one she had been paired with recently for patrol. God, do they even have a brain? A thought crossed her mind to just crack her head open and check, since she was already unconscious, but it quickly went away, realizing it wouldn't be allowed.
She took a stoic pose and pointed to the Smiler. "Who did this?!" She asked savagely, glaring at each and every pony with a painful eye. Her look set upon a crying mare. "I will ask you all again, and I hope you understand that your lives are at stake when I do, WHO DID THIS?"