The door of Rarity’s house was knocked by camerapony #1.

“Who is it?”

“What are the chances it’s some sort of serial killer?”

“Who is it?”

“Camerapony #1 and transcriber #1.”

“Camerapony #1 who and transcriber #1 who?”

“We’re making a show with Sapphire Shores.”

Rarity opened the door with the force of a slamming.

“Whereisshe?”

“She’s not here,” camerapony #1 said, “We just decided that you should get a scene.”

“Well, you could have just told me that. Come in.”

They came in.

“Is there anything specific you wanted me to talk about?”

“No,” camerapony #1 said. “However, you should be informed that rants about large companies are so in right now.”

“But I like large companies.”

“Evil companies.”

“But I like McWalBP and Applesoft—”

“You mean Applejack’s third cousin i times removed?”

“No, the company.”

“You mean Apple and Microsoft? Those are two separate companies.”

“But McWalBP—”

“Keep listing evil companies you like.”

“I like Zynga.”

“Gasp! Why? How?”

“Well, I like games where you’re only allowed to do something exactly four to eight hours after the last thing you do.”

“But there are games where you can only do a certain number of things each day and they’re really fun.”

“Yes, but I like it when you don’t get to choose when to do everything.”

“Anyway, enough Zynga bashing. Anything you wanna tell the viewers about?”

“I’m not interested in anything your target audience is.”

“Our target audience is many things. Males 18–25. Voyeurs. People and ponies who play Minecraft. Most of them are all three. Surely you’re interested in males 18–25?”

“Twenty-five might be a bit too old for me, but....”

“Right. But you are very desperate.”

“I am not desperate.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I know... but the only reason you said that was to get me to cry on camera. You don’t actually want to help me.”

“I’m sure there are a few desperate sixteen-year-old colts in Ponyville.”

“You still don’t want to help me.”

“You should visit desperatesingles.com.”

“Can I actually do something for my scene instead of just talking?”

Camerapony #1 and transcriber #1 talked for a moment.

“Get Sweetie Belle,” camerapony #1 said.

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Sweetie Belle!”

Sweetie Belle ran diagonally to the place that was just inside the door. “Yes, Rarity?”

“We’re apparently meant to do a scene together.”

“But I have homework to do.”

Transcriber #1 glanced at her laptop. “We should go back to Scootaloo.”

“Okay,” camerapony #1 said. “Bye, ponies.”

“Bye,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Goodbye,” Rarity said.

“Farewell.”

“Adieu.”

Sweetie Belle looked downward in shame. “It’s not really a fair fight when I’m going against the world fanciness champion.”

Something probably happened after that, but they were already gone, so if something did happen, I don’t know what it was. They went back to Scootaloo.

“She’s still asleep,” transcriber #1 said.

“No shit,” camerapony #1 said.

Silence.

“Any idea how the game show studio’s going?” transcriber #1 said.

“No.”

Silence.

“I don’t think we should keep Scootaloo if we tell her ‘do better or you’re sacked’ and then she goes to sleep in the middle of a chapter.”

“Maybe.”

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