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Max smiled, and took off her coat before carefully slipping into bed next to him, trying not to wake him. She sighed tiredly, and wrapped her...
*eats sand*
Max smiled apologetically. "Sorry sweetie, but sugar destroys the active ingredient. It's the only way it can taste, and I don't want to give...
Max let her go and smiled. "Well, it's either swallow something nasty, or feel like this again; sometimes life doesn't give us nice options,...
"Hmm?" Max questioned, looking over at the bedside table, and spotting the nearly full bottle. She shook her head a little, and chuckled lightly,...
"And have you been taking the medicine I gave you, like I prescribed?" Max asked, still stroking her mane, but giving her a questioning look.
Max frowned with concern, and trotted quickly over to the bed, scanning her with her horn. "You're not dying," She said, firmly, sitting on the...
"Jay?" Max called, concerned, before hitting the manual override on the door and letting herself in.
Max smiled as she walked past the bag of soil, then stuck her head around the door. "Well, it looks like you have this all under control..." she...
Which is the true mindf*ck of the franchise.
Max headed out of the canteen, looking for the new ponies first, to see how they were getting on with the farm.
Then we'd all be doomed!
"Yeah..." Max said, as her pipbuck clicked very faintly, "Good job we got back when we did..." She looked out the window with him for a few...
On location. Surely you of all people would know that, Ridley?
"Well, if you don't feel up to another session, we could just go to bed," Max suggested, leaning back against the seat.
"In that valley, feeding the molerats; we both would..." Max whispered, resting her head against his. "We saved each other, Ace."
Max nodded sympathetically, and moved to sit next to Ace, hugging him gently. "I'm sorry," She said, quietly.
"Ah, perfect..." Discord said, leaning back to take a nap as the car hurtled round, followed by it's flapping light show.
We've been through this; England is just a myth designed to charm and humour gullible yanks.
*eats a kumquat*
