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You think that's bad?!! I can see my bedroom floor!!
Thanks a lot. Not like I wanted to see it or anything.
Ugh. Being allergic to mosquitoes isn't fun. My arm's all swollen.
A stallion with a crimson coat, and white mane, beard and tail stamped his hoof. "Silence, ladies and gentlecolts!!" He bellowed, demanding...
Yes! My and Dreamykins still have our truce up. I also win!
Boogers. I win. You lose. GG NO REMATCH.
Ooh! I'm in! I'm soooooo in, it's not even funny.
I literally just ate a sandwich of ketchup and cheese. Wat.
Playing Summon Night: Swordcraft Story. Not that any of you know what that is.
"What else do you make? What kind of ingredients do you use? Can you make a-" Narrowleaf stopped himself. "N-Nevermind. I kn-know you c-c-couldn't..."
Narrowleaf sighed. "Those poisons sound k-kinda fun." He replied, smiling. "Wh-What kind of poisons do you make?"
50/10 for steampunk. -7,000/10 fpr Octavia.
"Fine. Wh-whatever." Narrowleaf said, pretending to man up. "So what exactly do you all do for fun here?" He asked. "This place seems kinda boring."
What's your favorite color? Am I pretty? What's your opinion on gay marriage? Favorite band?
"S-So?!" Narrowleaf responded, unsure how to reply. "I'm just nervous. All th-the time." He said, frowning.
"Fresh? What do you mean by "fresh"? Y-You're not gonna attack me, are you?!" Narrowleaf asked, startled. He took a step back and trembled. "I-I...
"You can still be a doctor. You are old enough, aren't you? Just because we're monsters doesn't mean we're animals." Narrowleaf replied. "And I'm...
"N-Narrowleaf. ...And I d-d-don't want to live like this. It w-wasn't my choice!" He said. "...Wh-Where am I anyways?"
"Suffering?! Just because they can't express it doesn't mean they can't feel it!" He responded. "It's... Evil! It's barbaric! It's cruel! This...
Narrowleaf whimpered. "Livestock as in... p-p-ponies?!" He gasped. "That's barbaric! How could you do that to those poor ponies?!"
