“Spiiike!” Twilight said. Spike came in with a gun. “I need you to... um... nothing, actually, you’re just supposed to be in the scene.”

“What am I supposed to do? I didn’t know I was supposed to be doing this, but they wouldn’t just put me in a scene for no reason.”

“Why not?”

“You just missed an easy Pokémon reference.”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s obviously a plot point they’re using me for, otherwise I wouldn’t be in it.”

“Plot?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Are you sure you don’t have any contractual things?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I wonder what they expected us to do....”

Spike shrugged.

“Find out camerapony #3’s real name?” Twilight said.

“Then we can call her that and sound like we’re close friends with her!”

“I don’t mind being called camerapony #3,” she said.

“You wouldn’t rather be called by your real name?” Twilight said.

“Camerapony #3 is the name everypony knows me by, and I don’t dislike it.”

“Come on, you’d like it better.”

“I’m not telling everypony my real name just so the series can have even more pointless trivia.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Make me.”

“Just a second.” Twilight went out of the room. After an awkward silence, she came back in levitating a steak knife.

“Um, question for Twilight Sparkle,” camerapony #3 said.

“Yeah?”

“What would you ever use a steak knife for?”

“Oh, you know. Steak.”

“You’re a pony.”

“Spike eats meat sometimes.”

“No, I d—”

“Stay out of this, Spike.”

“Spike?” camerapony #3 said. “Do you know why she got it?”

“Steak knives were on sale at the Big Stopmart, so she got one, I guess thinking she would find a use for it.”

“Has she?”

“No.”

“Look, this isn’t what we came here to talk about,” Twilight said, “We came here to talk about camerapony #3’s real name. Remember a minute ago when you said ‘make me’?”

“Yes,” camerapony #3 said.

“I was going to use this steak knife to threaten you.”

“Oh. But you’re too moral to actually kill me. Right? You saved the world. Please.”

“I wouldn’t have to kill you, just hurt you a bit.”

“To which you’re not going.”

“Are you saying this entire steak knife thing is just a huge bluff?”

“Yes.”

“Well, this isn’t the friendly Twilight you’re used to. This is the evil Twilight you’re used to.”

“Do you really want to seriously injure a pony because she wouldn’t tell you her name? Isn’t that a bit disproportionate?”

“We’ll put it to a vote.”

“Yes,” camerapony #3 said.

“No,” Twilight said.

“Stop.”

“Go, go, go.”

“What do you think, Spike?” Twilight said. “Would stabbing her be justified or would it be okay?”

“Those are my choices?”

“You also have overreacting,” camerapony #3 said.

“I pick overreacting.”

“Why won’t you support me, Spike?” Twilight said, slamming the ground at the “pport”.

“Are you okay, Twilight? This is really OOC of you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you drunk on cider again?”

“What the....”

“You were at Sweet Apple Acres this morning.”

“I’m not drunk, Spike.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“You don’t have fingers, you’re a pony.”

Spike didn’t say anything.

“Oh. Yeah, I’ll go to bed.” Next Chapter: Chapter 64: Vinyl Dies Estimated time remaining: 11 Hours, 28 Minutes