I sure hope a giant cloud in the shape of Olive doesn't mock us and call us fat and stuff. It would be terrible if that happened at some point.Fat ponies can't fly! :I
You are a horrible person.Fat ponies can't fly! :I
As her body danced and danced, and they clapped and clapped, the little child realized she had no one. And she never would.
Obviously in need of a hug, especially if she hates us.As her body danced and danced, and they clapped and clapped, the little child realized she had no one. And she never would.
But then, she realized as the wizard clutched for his heart, so could they.
THIS."Midnight!" We didn't really realize it until right now, but it has been a while since we've seen Midnight, and we miss her a little. That means hugs. Mid hug, we can babble about our new found ability to fly, and condescending rival ponies, and the shocking discovery that getting black out sugar high had downsides, and hey, since when does Midnight talk in underilnes? and oh well, no big deal, what's up with this responsibility plant, yeah? Let's blow this joint and go fly to find mom or an open IHOP. Whatever.
She grew callous, but not calloused through her toil.
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