“What?” Zecora said. “No, I don’t!”

“Sure.”

“I heard somepony say a line. The weird thing is, it wasn’t mine.”

“It was me,” Apple Bloom said. “Wan’ a Pop-Tart®?” She held a Pop-Tart® out to Zecora.

“How did you carry that?”

“It’s pop secret.”

“Should I be disgusted?”

“If ya want.”

“I think I will be.”

“‘Kay.”

Silence.

“So you don’t want it?”

“How did you get here?”

“It’s pop secret.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you ain’t supposed ta know.”

“Why?”

“That’s pop secret.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you ain’t supposed ta know.”

“Why?”

“It’s pop secret.”

“GTFO.”

“Fahne, swearypants. A simple GO woulda suffahced.” Apple Bloom dramatically exited, and by dramatically, I mean she slammed the door.

“I could mix something up and put it into the water supply...” Zecora thought and notably did not speak. “Maybe if I had even the vaguest strand of evil, I would consider that. Really, who’s less evil than me? Okay, smartarse, Fluttershy is less evil than me. You know, maybe Twilight’s right, maybe I should be a bit more mellow. I was so friendly before.”

“Um, Zecora?” camerapony #6 said.

“What?”

“You’re not rhyming.”

“I have to rhyme in my thoughts?”

“Yes.”

We interrupt this programme to bring you Apple Bloom.

“Ah made it here just fahne,” Apple Bloom said to herself as she ambulated, “So Ah should be able ta—”

Apple Bloom brushed the end of a vine-type construct coming out of the ground (come to think of it, it looked a lot like asparagus), which wrapped tightly around her leg.

“TENTACLE RAPE!” Apple Bloom said. She generically flailed around, managing nothing to escape the plant’s moderately irritating grasp.

“Is this vahne-tahpe thing actually gonna do anythin’?” Apple Bloom said as if someone was around to answer. “Ah feel mah leg slowly bein’ const... oh.” The plant’s grasp was gradually going from irritating to blood flow-threatening. “ZECORA!”

“ZECORA!” Zecora heard from the direction of Apple Bloom.

“That sounded much like Apple Bloom,” Zecora said. “Perhaps she touched a plant of doom.”

Zecora grabbed a bottle of possibly magical liquid and made the grueling 50-metre run to Apple Bloom.

“I see what happened, Apple Bloom: you ran into a plant of doom.”

“Ah can tell, just get me out!”

Zecora dumped the mayhap magical liquid on the asparagus constrictor and it dissolved into nothing, violating conservation of energy.

Apple Bloom felt like she should brush her forelegs off or something, but she didn’t. “Thanks for savin’ mah lahfe, Zecora. Do Ah hafta be your slave now?”

“I know I saved you from the grave, but you don’t have to be my slave.”

“C’mon, don’tcha need some help sometahmes?”

“The answer to that question’s no. Don’t you have somewhere to go?”

“Mah family’re prolly wonderin’ where Ah am....”

“You should go.”

“Ah will. Bye.”

“Goodbye.” Zecora turned and left.

Apple Bloom took a step and touched another asparagus constrictor.

“Zecora?”

Zecora looked behind her and rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back.”

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