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"Yahtzee, please try and contain yourself," Twilight hushed, trying to make Yahtzee shut up.

"Come on, look at him! He is a midget!" Yahtzee chuckled. "He is about as menacing as a toaster with a water pistol taped to it's side."

Spike huffed and smoke came out of his nose.

"Was that him getting mad, or has he just been sitting on the stove for a bit too long?" Yahtzee asked with a snort.

"Yahtzee!" Twilight snapped.

"What? What did I do?" he inquired seriously.

"Spike has done nothing to you, so leave him alone," she said calmly.

"But..." he started, but met Twilight's look. It wasn't a look of hate, but a calming look. That unnerved Yahtzee to a great degree. "Er, right."

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?" Yahtzee asked, raising one of his brows.

"Apologize."

"I've already apologized once in my life and I plan on not doing it again."

"Why?"

"Because I don't bloody well get paid to apologize!" he exclaimed. Yahtzee coughed and rubbed the back of his head. "So how about instead we just leave it be, that way I stop and I don't have to kill off half my brain cells to apologize."

"How hard could it be to say sorry?" Spike asked.

Yahtzee's brow furrowed and his eye twitched. He turned around and started to walk towards the door.

"I'm going for a walk," Yahtzee said calmly.

"I think you should stay inside," she sighed. "I don't think many ponies saw you before. Who knows how many might get scared by your appearance."

"Why would anybody be scared of me?"

"Well for starters, you do not have a neck, a mouth, ears, a nose,  nor do you have any legs," Twilight went on. "Your head and hooves-"

"Hands. Hands and feet," Yahtzee corrected.

"Okay. Your head, hands and feet do not seem to be attached to you in any way."

"Your point?"

"Don't you think it would be a little odd to see somepony-"

"Somebody," he corrected her again.

"Don't you think it would be a little odd to see somebody that looks like, well, you?" she continued icily, trying to make it obvious that her patience was wearing thin.

"Don't you think it would be a little odd to find yourself in a different dimension - or whatever the hell this is - surrounded by multi-colored talking horses?" Yahtzee asked. "Personally, I think I would find that very odd, and if that were to somehow happen, I would probably try to let off some steam. God forbid I'm allowed to do what I do for a damned living."

"Well, I suppose I could try to find a spell that could turn you into a pony," she said thoughtfully, turning to her bookshelf. "That way nopony would think you look out-"

Twilight turned back to see that Yahtzee had left the library and was setting a brisk pace to wherever was not there.

"-of place." Twilight finished with a groan.

Yahtzee had sprinted all the way back to town, catching the eyes of many ponies and stallions. Eventually he realized that he was running away from nothing so he stopped by a fountain. He looked at his reflection and splashed water in his face.

"Wake up Yahtzee, this is all a terrible nightmare," he sputtered.

"What is that thing?" a voice said from behind him.

"It's a hat," he said sarcastically.

"It can talk? That is so cool." another voice said.

"Yes I can talk," he said, whipping around to see two ponies standing behind him. One was an aqua marine pony with a lyre cutie mark, while the other one was a pale-yellow with three pieces of candy as her cutie mark.

"Who and what are you?" the aqua marine pony asked.

"Before I answer that, let me ask you this. Why in the bloody hell does every horse here seem to be so damn involved with everything? Can't you just go about your business in a regular manner without having to stop and try to help and our question everything? God forbid I'm an alien from a different planet and you don't know if I'm dangerous or not. You should be running around screaming right now, not trying to talk to me and become my friend. And another thing-"

"He talks pretty fast," she smirked.

"Yes, he does," the other pony said.

Yahtzee blinked once and his eyes drooped. "You didn't listen to a word I said, did you?"

"Gee, he seems to be kind of angry."

"I wonder why. Maybe if we introduce ourselves he will be happier." the first pony said with excitement.

They're not going to leave me alone, are they? Yahtzee thought to himself.

"My name is Bon Bon," the pale-yellow pony said.

"Fantastic, another pony with yet another painfully unimaginative name. What's yours, Lovey-Dovey-Bluey-Wahey?"

"No, it's Lyra."

"That's... an oddly bearable name actually," he said curiously. "Bravo, there may be a sliver of hope for this place after all."

"Lyra Heartstrings," she added.

"And there goes that hope in one fell swoop. Bravo," Yahtzee said under his breath.

"What's your name?" Bon Bon asked.

"I don't suppose you'll leave me be if I tell you?" he said, raising a brow, but the ponies simply stared at him. "Didn't think so. My name is Yahtzee."

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Yahtzee."

"It's too bad I can't say the same," he grunted.

"That's not a very nice thing to say," Lyra said sadly.

"Speaking of saying, how can you talk if you don't have a mouth?" Bon Bon asked.

"I'm going to have to answer that question with every pony here, aren't I?" Yahtzee asked.

"You must admit it is kind of odd that you don't have a mouth or the fact that you are walking on your back hoofs and not on all four hoofs."

"That's because these aren't hooves. These are called feet," he said, kicking a rock on the ground. Yahtzee then grabbed the hat off his head and gave a somehow narcissistic bow. "And these are hands, and you do not use them to walk."

"If you don't use your hands for walking, then what do you use them for?"

"Lots of things. I'm sure a surly teenager could tell you all about his experiences with hands, but I'm just going to say that they're used for grabbing things."

"Cool," Lyra said with a sweet smile.

"Uh-huh," he said, now pointing to the other side of town. "Listen why don't you two go over here, and I will stay here smashing my face repeatedly into the wall in an attempt to get back to my planet, hm?"

"You're from a different planet?" Bon Bon asked curiously. "I thought you were just from a different area."

"Wait until the other ponies hear that there is an alien here!" Lyra said ecstatically. "They will totally want to meet him!"

"Er, do you think that you could not tell anybody I was here?" Yahtzee asked.

"Why would you want nobody to know who you are if you're going to be staying here?"

"Staying here? Are you dense?" he exclaimed. "Didn't you just hear that I wanted to go back home? I swear it's like I'm talking to that delightfully violent butch all over again."

"You should be happy that I don't hit you again," Rainbow Dash said as she appeared behind Yahtzee.

"Oh bugger!" Yahtzee yelled as he jumped into the fountain and submerged himself.

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and took Yahtzee out of the fountain. Yahtzee glanced around and saw Rainbow Dash was being accompanied by the other girls.

"Oh what a, er, pleasant surprise to see you," he said with a voice that contained nothing but forced sincerity. "I am ever so glad to see you all aga-"

"If I may make a suggestion, I would urge you to consider to stop talking," Rarity said firmly.

"May I say that that is one of the greatest ideas I have ever heard?"

"Listen, I'm going against my better judgement and I'm giving you... what did Twilight call it?" Rainbow Dash asked as she turned to her bookworm of a friend.

"Benefit of the doubt," Twilight sighed.

"Yeah, that," Rainbow Dash nodded, looking back to Yahtzee. "Now are you prepared to talk this through like an adult?"

Yahtzee violently nodded his head and sighed.

"Good," she said, dropping Yahtzee to the ground. "If you have anything to say, say it now because I might not be in as good of a mood later."

"When one does a review, they very rarely need to revisit the thing they reviewed," he said earnestly. "That being said it is in my nature to review and I cannot just stop."

"Is it possible we could somehow make a compromise until you get back home?" Rarity asked.

"Well, I suppose you could allow me to review other ponies to a certain degree, and I will try to remain dignified and somewhat respectful."

"Like that will happen," Rainbow Dash said as she crossed her forelegs.

"Would it be possible t' keep your reviews in your mind, and then write it on a piece a paper later on?" Applejack asked.

"If I do not present my review of them, how do you expect them to better themselves? Remember, one does not do a review for the sake of reviewing. They do them for the betterment of the reviewee."

"Ah don't think callin' me Keloggs is gunna better me in any way," Applejack grunted.

"I suppose that much is true, but you have to admit it is an adorable name," he chortled.

"Are ya gunna aplogize for callin' me that then?"

"Are you going to physically harm me if I don't?" Yahtzee inquired.

"No, but Ah think-"

"Then no," he stated cruelly. "One does not apologize for art."

"Twilight, can I please hit him again?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"That is not the way we do it here Dash, you know that."

"Well how about a vote then? All in favor of hitting him, raise your hoof," she said as she raised her hoof.

Rainbow Dash turned to Applejack who guiltily rose her hoof. Rarity slowly put up her hoof and looked away from the others.

"You too rarity?"

"As opposed as I am to violence, I do not think it was necessary for him to treat us that way, and talking is not proving to be doing us any good."

"I vote for no, if that helps," Yahtzee coughed as he rubbed the side of his head. his eyes suddenly shot open as he pointed off in the distance. "My god, what's that over there?"

The six girls turned their heads and began to look off in the distance.

"I don't see anything," Rainbow Dash muttered.

"Ooh, is it the cloud that looks like a hat?" Pinkie asked.

Rainbow Dash quickly turned back to the spot where Yahtzee used to be standing to see that it was no vacant. She let out a large groan and flew upwards.

"What are you doing Dashie?" Pinkie asked.

"He ran away. Again," she said as she began to look around.

"I think I know who he needs to talk to," Twilight said quietly as she started to trot away. "Come on girls."

Deeper into Ponyville, Yahtzee hopped over a small fence and fell to the ground.

"Stupid... horses," he chuckled through deep breaths.

Yahtzee took five minutes to recuperate before shakily stood up and looked around, hoping that he would find someway to get home without having to interact with any of the ponies. He slowly edged towards the end of the fence and looked around. There was a barren road between all the houses and no pony was in sight. With a sigh of relief, Yahtzee went to the middle of the road and started to look around at the buildings that surrounded him.

"How can they live in this place?" he murmured as he noted one of the buildings looked as if it was made out of gingerbread.

Suddenly, Yahtzee's fist began to glow yellow. He yelped and began to shake his fist violently, trying to get the aura off of him. Soon he found his entire body surrounded by the veil and he slammed his eyes shut, trying to ignore it in hopes that it would go away. He then felt the sensation of flying without actually moving. He slowly opened his eyes to find that he was no longer in the middle of the road, but was now in an extremely large room, sitting on a red carpet.

"Where in Dumbledore's beard am I now?" Yahtzee asked.

"You are in Canterlot castle," a voice said from behind him. "I've heard you've been causing quite the display in Ponyville."

Yahtzee turned around to see a large, winged unicorn sitting on a throne with a warm and inviting smile on her face.

"Well it's good to see my reputation proceeds me. Now who are you?" Yahtzee asked as he saw the giant horse sitting upon a throne.

"I am Princess Celestia."

"Oh, I've never reviewed a Princess before," Yahtzee said playfully. "This should be fun."