The door of Twilight’s (tree)house was the direct object of a knocking, but it wasn’t Rainbow.

“Hi, Scootaloo!” Twilight said in a fun upbeat greeting voice.

“Hi. We wanted to invade your house for the day.”

“Sounds good. I see Apple Bloom, but where’s Sweetie Belle?”

“We’re not actually invading your house yet, we just came here to warn you of our impending invasion.”

“Okay, that... actually doesn’t make sense. Why would you warn me of an invasion?”

“You’re taking it too literally. The invasion is a self-deprecating metaphor for us ungratefully using your house.”

“Oh. So when are you coming?”

“Low noon.”

“Wouldn’t that be midnight?”

“That’s not what Apple Bloom told me.” She looked towards Apple Bloom. “Where did you read that again?”

“Ah forget.”

“Sure you do.” She looked back towards Twilight. “Anyway, we’ll be here at normal noon.”

“But it’s 11:55.”

“Exactly. We’ll be here in five minutes.”

“That’s not much warning.”

“Well, that sounds like your problem, not mine.”

“But the politeness of a warning is greatly reduced when you—”

“We’re coming here in four minutes whether you want us to or not.”

“It’s still a little rude—”

“Well, you’re a rapist.”

“But it’s not gritty rape, it’s fun rape.”

“It’s still rape.”

“This isn’t the third dimension where rape has to be bad, you know.”

“We’re getting off topic. We’ll be coming in four minutes.”

“Fine.”

Scootaloo turned to Apple Bloom.

“Can we get Sweetie Belle in four minutes?”

“No,” Apple Bloom said Hotel Mario-style.

“Can we get Sweetie Belle in fourteen minutes?”

“I don’t think so....”

“Can we get Sweetie Belle in forty minutes?”

“Eeyup,” Apple Bloom does not do a good Big Mac impression.

“You know, generally you’re pretty good at impressions, but there’s something about Big Mac.”

“He’s Big Mac. His voice is practically copy-protected.”

“You know, anypony at all could’ve said that line at any point, but it happened to be you.”

“Eeyup.”

“Seriously, stop that.”

Four minutes later!

“Where are they?” Twilight said.

“How should I know?” Spike said. “Besides, they’re only ten seconds late so far.”

“But Scootaloo said noon.”

“It’s still twelve. When it’s 12:01, then you can freak out about how they probably all got stabbed or whatever you decide you should be worried about.”

“I will.”

One minute later...

“Fuck on a bed,” Twilight said. “Where are the CMC?”

“Am I supposed to rhyme that?” Spike said. “It sounds like I am.”

“No.”

“I don’t know.”

“Trust me, you’re not.”

“No, as in I don’t know where they are.”

It was 12:21 when the door was finally knocked.

“You get it,” Twilight said.

“You get it.”

“You should get it, seeing as your entire purpose in life is to serve me.”

“You should get it, because you can teleport.”

“Fine.”

And so Twilight got it.

“Hi,” Twilight said.

“Hi,” Scootaloo said. “We have Sweetie Belle.”

“I see. Please, come in.”

It was a tough decision, but they did.

“So do we actually know what we’re doing?” Sweetie Belle said.

“Eat grapes and play Verenhimo!?” Scootaloo said.

“Only if you’re prepared ta lose this tahme,” Apple Bloom said.

“We all know I’m the best at Verenhimo!,” Scootaloo said.

“The only reason you won last time’s ‘cause ya got a buncha survahval on limited resources questions.”

“That’s like saying studying water polo history is cheating.”

“No, it’s lahke sayin’ comin’ from a culture that lahkes water polo’s cheatin’. But the point is that you’re gonna lose today.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I bet Sweetie Belle will win. She’s the one who gets all the good grades.”

“Well, do they teach ya survahval techniques an’ water polo history in school?”

“Not sure whether to bring thread back on topic or sit back and enjoy the debate,” Sweetie Belle thought. She quickly chose the latter.

Eventually, the game of Verenhimo! actually started. Verenhimo! traditionally came packed with ten score-tracking pawns, but the more recent versions have left out orange, purple, cyan, and lime and only left the four primary colours and black and white. This was an older set, though, so even Scootaloo got to pick her fur colour.

“Wait,” Twilight said, “Will the entire chapter just be a game of Verenhimo!?”

“The viewers can’t actually know the rules or it’ll ruin the joke,” Spike said.

“I know. We have to do something interesting, quick.”

“Well, what can we do?”

“Is the chapter long enough yet?”

“Yeah,” transcriber #5 said.

“Then we can just end it now, can’t we?”

“There’s just one problem.”

“What?”

“Nothing even vaguely sexual has happened yet.”

“I’ll fix it,” camerapony #3 said. “Hey, camerapony #4?”

“What?”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“No.”

“:(”

“I guess that’s the closest we’ll get this time,” transcriber #5 said.

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