“More,” transcriber #2 said.

Wait, wrong tab. So it was time for another Appledash chapter. They were all the same, but they kept making money so it didn’t really matter. Rainbow flew to Sweet Apple Acres, specifically the barn, specifically the front door. She knocked the door with her hoof.

“AJ already has plans,” Big Mac said.

“Like?”

“With me.”

“Fine.”

“Before you go, there’s a letter for you.”

“Can’t you get it?”

“Eenope.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” She went inside, took the epistle, and got out. “Bye.”

Big Mac closed the door.

“From Pinkie Pie...” Rainbow said to herself. She sat against the wall, opened the envelope, and took the letter. “Dear Rainbow Dash, give me a reason you don’t love me. I’m not saying I love you, I just need a reason to hate Pinkiedash I can put into words. With a strong, burning, passionate platonic love, Pinkie Pie. Hmm... I think I’ll give her a reason in pony for the drama.”

And so Rainbow went over to Sugarcube Corner.

“Hi,” Pinkie Pie said.

“I read your letter.”

“Cool! Did it make you want to buy something from Sugarcube Corner?”

“No, but it filled me with this incredible urge to give you a reason why Pinkiedash doesn’t work.”

“That’s good too.”

“Anyway, just off the top of my head, you’re too friendly nice positive like Fluttershy.”

“So I’m not the exact polar opposite of Fluttershy.”

“Of course not.”

“Okay, you can go now.”

“That’s all you needed?”

“Unless you want to purchase—”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Rainbow left to do flying or something.

“We’re so going under,” Pinkie 4casted.

The flying or something turned out to be to Twilight, since otherwise the chapter would be boring. Did you know that this fic has a higher concentration of the “knock” lexeme than any other FiM fic on the Internet? I made it up, but it could be true.

“She’s studying,” Spike said.

“So? What happens if she doesn’t?”

“She’s studying.”

“So?”

Spike slammed the door.

“AJ, Twilight... that’s everypony. I guess I’ll fly or something.”

So, uh... you have anything to say, Pinkie?

“Are Apple Bloom’s schooly adventures interesting?”

“No,” transcriber #3,735,928,559 said.

“So it’s just me again.”

“Yep.”

“Fuckeroni. Well, I don’t have anything to talk about, so what can we do?”

“Pinkie... Rainbow... Twilight... Zecora?... Applejack, Apple Bloom... Applemac sex scene... Zecora vlogging... second option’s probably better.”

“You’re on,” camerapony #255 said.

“What?” Zecora turned around in a circle. “Where are you?”

“We’re everywhere.”

“I know, but where are you?”

“Follow my voice.”

“But you sound like you’re in this opaque plastic bottle that I don’t remember ever having.”

“Exactly.”

Zecora unlidded the bottle and found a two-way radio inside.

“I think I’ll dispose of this via fire,” Zecora said.

“Do you want me to die?”

“You’re just speaking through this.”

“No, I’m a walkie-talkie. Do you really want to kill me?”

“You’re a pony speaking through—”

“I’m a walkie-talkie, for realsies!”

Zecora went outside, got a few sticks and stones, made a cute little campfire, and went back inside.

“What were you doing out there?” camerapony #255 said.

“I was only gone for a few minutes.”

“What were you doing?”

Zecora took the bottle with her mouth and brought it outside.

“Please! How do you know I’m not a sentient walkie-talkie? You could be killing an innocent being!”

Zecora threw the two-way radio-containing bottle into the fire.

“Noooo!”

Zecora went back inside to leave camerapony #255 to its fiery doom, but mostly to get some fire-ending water. She unexcitedly watched the fire, and eventually put it out once the radio looked sufficiently melted.

“That didn’t go according to plan,” camerapony #255, the camerapony talking to Zecora through the radio named camerapony #255, said.

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