The next morning, me and Jonathan were giggling as we watched what we did to Andrew last night. Sweetie Belle must've heard us, because next thing you know she comes down the stairs and lets out a very cute yawn. "Hey Sweetie Belle," I said, "you sleep good?"

"Yeah," she says groggily as she rubs some of the sleep off her eyes, "what're you guys doing?"

"You want to see something funny?" I asked her. "Then look at what we did to Andrew."

When she looked at him, she was like, "Is he...?"

Then Jonathan said, "Uh-huh." Then next thing you know, we were all bursting out in laughter. All of that laughing had resulted in Andrew waking up; he stretched as he let out a big yawn and said, "Morning guys, Sweetie Belle. That's funny; why do I feel so comfortable?"

Jonathan snickered as he said, "Look at the mirror and you'll see why."

Andrew looked at the mirror and he let out a big girly shriek as he saw himself wearing a pink dress! But it wasn't just a dress that he was wearing; he was also wearing a yellow sun hat with a pink flower on top and he had on those long white gloves that fancy women like to wear. And in addition to all of this, we also put some jewelry and make-up on him. As me and Jonathan just kept on laughing, Andrew looked at us and said, "I'm gonna kill you!" with that said he began to chase me and Jonathan all over the place, crying, "Wait till I get my hands on you!" Sweetie Belle then joined in the chase as well--because she must've thought that we were playing a game or something. As we were being chased by Andrew, we were knocking a bunch of stuff over and making a big mess! All that's left now is for some Benny Hill music to play in the background. But before we could even get as far as to have Benny Hill music, the chase had suddenly came to an end when somebody cried, "STOP!"

We turned around and realized that it was only Rarity--and boy did she have serious bedhead or what?! "I could hear all this pandemonium all the way to my room! Do you have any idea what beauty sleep is?!"

"Nope," I said in my Big Mac impersonation, "but you definitely seem to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed."

Rarity however was too busy overreacting over the big mess we've made to even give me another one of her annoyed looks as a response to my witty remark. "Sweet Celestia, what have you done to my store?!"

To this I said, "Well you know what they say, 'boys will be boys'." I then let out a nervous laugh as Rarity slowly turned and gave me what might be the most creepiest angry expression anyone could make.

"After all these years that I've ever spent in Ponyville," said Rarity, "I have never in my life met anyone as messy and inconsiderate as you three!" she aimed her gaze at me. "First your bad hygiene, then your disgusting table manners, and now you wreck my store! You have got to be the absolute, most rudest and disgusting person I've ever seen in my entire life!" then she turned to Jonathan. "And you're no better than he is; what with your uncouth behavior and your absolute horrid taste in music!"

"Hey, leave Rick James out of this," Jonathan shot back.

"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME WHILE I'M SPEAKING!" Rarity hissed from the top of her lungs--if she even has any after that outburst. This of course resulted in Jonathan whimpering like a little girl, and me doing that annoyed sigh that Peter Griffin does whenever Buzz Killington says something. "And as for you!" Rarity points to Andrew. You're probably expecting her to say that he's gross or something like that--believe me, we were expecting the same thing. But instead she just stares at him for awhile and says, "Pink is just not your color. Come darling, let's see if we can't find something that's more you."

She then took Andrew to some type of podium, then next thing you know, she makes Andrew wear all sorts of dresses! I sat next to Jonathan and Sweetie Belle--with Opal lying on my lap--as we watch Andrew putting on dress after dress after dress! When Rarity finally decided to let him wear some kind of red dress that you've probably seen in spy movies, we couldn't contain our laughter any longer. Jonathan was like, "Oh Andrew, red: definitely your color."

Rarity then said with pride, "Yes, as you can see I do have an eye for these sorts of things; they don't call me the greatest fashion designer in Ponyville for nothing."

I then said to her, "You sure they don't just call you that because you're the only they got?"

Rarity finally gave me another one of her annoyed looks as she said to Andrew, "I swear, how you're able to put up with the likes of him I may never know."

Andrew didn't say anything; he just stood there, glaring at me with anger in his eyes. I attempted to calm him down by saying, "Andrew, relax. It's not like anybody else is going to find out about this."

As soon as I said that however, Rainbow Dash comes bursting in and says, "Hey Rarity, do you have any...?" she stopped mid-sentence when she saw Andrew in the dress. She then fell flat on the floor in a raving state of laughter and was like, "Please tell me I'm seeing things! Please tell me that I'm not seeing Andrew in a dress!"

Jonathan then told her, "Nope, it's for real. Me and Jeffrie put it on him while he was sleeping."

Rainbow Dash then said, "Man, I seriously hope that you guys stay. I could always count on you three giving me a good laugh."

Rarity then said, "What is it that you came here for, might I ask?"

Then Rainbow Dash said, "Oh, I was wondering if you had any paint that I can borrow?"

"Of course, darling; just take as many pails that you need out of that closet over there."

Rainbow Dash then flew over to the closet and took as many pails of paint that she could carry. As she was about to fly out the door, she stopped in front of me and she purposely blew a kiss at me just so she could piss me off. In return I flipped her the bird, but that didn't piss her off--and why would it piss her, she probably doesn't even know what it means. Instead she just pinched my nose with her hoof and she mouthed the words, "Love you too." And when she finally left the building, I mouthed the words, "Fuck you bitch!"

Sweetie Belle then said to Jonathan, "Why was Rainbow Dash doing that?"

Jonathan quickly darted his eyes away from the "anti-Christ" of cuteness and said, "Don't ask." He then asked Rarity, "So why did Rainbow Dash needed all that paint?"

Rarity just shrugged and said, "How would I know? After all, I'm only just a fashion designer."

"Don't you mean a tailor?" I reminded her.

Rarity then cried out, "Will you please stop calling me that?!"

And to this I said, "You do realize that I enjoy it when you react this way, right?"

Rarity just let out an annoyed grunt and continued playing dress-up with Andrew. When she was finally finished with putting the finishing touches on Andrew, she said, "There, darling, now don't you look fabulous?"

I then snickered as I said, "Yeah, he looks fabulous all right."

"Yeah," Jonathan snickered with me, "fabulously girly!" and then he and I burst out into more laughter.

But when I'd stopped laughing, I then said, "You know, now that I'm looking at him, he seems to be missing something."

"Really, like what?" asked Rarity.

"Well, not to be too nitpicky, but how 'bout we let him wear this diamond tiara on his head, and let him hold a bouquet of roses. And for that matter, why not throw in a sash while we're at it." When I'd put the diamond tiara on his head, the bouquet of roses in his hands, and the sash that says: MISS PONYVILLE, I then said, "There, now you look just like a prom queen."

Me and Jonathan laughed a bit, and then he added, "Hey Andrew, would you like some glass slippers to go with that dress?" and then we started to get to a point where we would laugh until we pissed ourselves. In a rare case of anger, Andrew then shouts, "OK, you guys had your laugh! Now will you please take this shit off me before somebody sees me?!"

I then tried to calm him down again, "Relax Andrew, it's not like it could get any worse." But right when I'd said that, a whole bunch of photographers had came bursting in and started to take pictures of Andrew! The next thing I hear was Andrew shrieking like a girl again as he posed for his pictures.

As Rarity was finally escorting us to Fluttershy's place, Andrew was saying, "'It's not like it could get any worse!', 'it's not like it could get any worse!', you just had to say that!"

"Hey man," I said, "how was I to know that Rainbow Dash would come back with photographers?"

Then out of nowhere these two guy ponies--who had newspapers with Andrew's picture on the front cover--walk up to him and say, "Hey baby, you want to go out sometime tonight?"

Andrew then cried to them, "I'm a guy you jackasses!"

They were both like, "You're a guy?!" and then they began to feel like barfing, so they ran off and one of them dropped their newspaper. The newspaper--like I've mentioned before--had Andrew's picture on the front cover and in big, bold letters it said: MISS PONYVILLE FOUND IN CAROUSEL BOUTIQUE.

When the guy ponies were gone, Jonathan said to Andrew, "What do ya know, you've only been in a dress for a couple of minutes, and now you're finally getting admirers."

Andrew then looked at us with that angry glare of his and said, "I hate you guys."

Patting him on the shoulder, I said, "Come on, you don't really mean it."

"Oh yeah, I mean it all right."

Not wanting to risk our friendship to be one friend short, I continued to try calming him down. "Come on Andrew, it was just a harmless prank that went wrong."

"Harmless?! You call publically humiliating me harmless?! You remember back on the cruise when Jonathan said about us never seeing each other again?"

"Yeah," said Jonathan.

"Well I take it all back," cried Andrew, "I wish I'd never got on that ship with you two assholes!"

"Hey," I told him with some held back frustration, "you don't mean that, Andrew. This kind of attitude I might expect from Jonathan, but not from you of all people."

"Tough shit!" Andrew spat back. "We've been here for about five days on this planet, and so far I've been receiving nothing but abuse from both of you! You know, maybe I shouldn't have bothered carrying you and Jonathan over to that hospital; maybe I should've just left you two to fill up some buzzards stomachs and receive all that medical care for myself! Sure, I might've been alone with absolutely no interaction with any other human being, but at least I wouldn't have to keep taking shit from a couple of assholes who I like to call my 'friends' for some fucking reason!"

Unable to restrain myself any further, I allowed my fist to give Andrew a jab strong enough to make him lightly stagger back and keep his mouth shut long enough to hear what I have to say. "Look Andrew, you might be ready to let our friendship be broken, but you're still my friend regardless of what you just said. Which is why I'm gonna be one hundred percent honest when I tell you this." Taking in a deep breath and wiping off a few loose tears on my cheek, I told him, "I. AM. SORRY. I don't know how many times I'll have to tell you this, but you know that I mean every single word of it. You're right; Jonathan and I definitely went too far with you. I'm not afraid to admit that I haven't been too much of a good friend to you these past few days, but I am afraid of not having you or Jonathan by my side while being stuck on this Godforsaken planet. I mean, who else am I to rely if you or Jonathan decide to not have my back anymore? Most of the ponies we've met probably hate my guts to even fathom the thought of helping me out."

"Now hate is an awfully strong word, darling," Rarity voiced in.

"Stay out of it," Jonathan shushed the fashionista pony.

"The point is Andrew," I continued talking, "we need to stick together. We can't afford to just abandon each other when the rest of our friends and family are billion light years away from us. If you could somehow find it in yourself to give me a chance to makeup any wrong I've done to you, then maybe I can start being a better friend to you."

Tilting his head down, Andrew sniffled a little before saying, "I didn't mean all that stuff I said to you. I just got so angry and I just needed to let it all out. I'm sorry if you truly thought that I didn't want to be your friend anymore."

"You don't have to apologize," I assured him. With that said, me and Andrew had hugged each other in an act of forgiveness--except for Jonathan. I said to him, "You too, Jonathan."

He then let out a groan and whined, "Fine. As long as you two stop your little soap opera act. (And you think I'm a drama king.)" And as we were embracing each other, we noticed that Rarity was crying. Jonathan was like, "Are you crying?"

Rarity wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and said, "Of course not, I just got something in my eye." She then put the handkerchief away and continued to lead us to Fluttershy's place. When we finally came to Fluttershy's place, we saw that it was a small cottage with a chicken coop and a whole lot of bird houses next to it...and a small door--I swear, these ponies really need to consider making bigger doors! "You three are just going to love living with Fluttershy," Rarity promised. "She's the nicest pony you're ever going to meet." She then knocked on the door. As we were waiting for Fluttershy to come out, Rarity said to us, "By the way 'gentlemen', I might've made it perfectly clear that I don't like you three, but I just want you three to know that my sister really hopes that you stay."

"She wants us to stay?" I said.

"Yes," said Rarity, "you might not believe it, but last night, as I was putting her to bed, she was just going on and on about how much she likes you three so much."

Andrew then said, "If she wanted us to stay so badly then why didn't she tell us herself?"

"Because she was too shy to tell you, darling," said Rarity. "Which is why she asked me to tell you for her."

"And what'll she do if we don't stay?" asked Jonathan hesitantly.

Rarity then gave him a stern look and said, "You know what she'll do if you don't stay." With that said, Jonathan began to cringe at the thought of Sweetie Belle tormenting him with her devilish cuteness again.

Anyway, as we were chatting along, the door slowly opened and then we saw Fluttershy peak her head out a bit, "Oh, hi Rarity."

Rarity turned around and said, "Hello Fluttershy, darling."

"Does Opal need to be groomed again?" asked Fluttershy.

"Oh no," said Rarity, "I've just came to drop these three 'gentlemen' off."

"Oh, is today my turn?"

"I'm afraid so, darling. But look on the bright side, at least you'll have some company." Rarity then said to us, "Well 'gentlemen', I believe this is where we say goodbye; so au revoir."

With that said, me and the guys entered the cottage. When we've stepped inside the cottage, I tried to start a conversation with Fluttershy, "So...this is your home?"

She then timidly said, "Yes."

After a long, awkward silence, I then said, "Anyway, I'm Jeffrie, and these are my friends, Jonathan and Andrew."

"I know," said Fluttershy, "we've met at the hospital."

"Well I just wanted to remind you in case you forgot," I said.

"You can trust me to not forget," said Fluttershy.

After another long awkward silence, a bunch of these little animals started to swarm out of nowhere. Jonathan was like, "What is this, some kind of private zoo?"

Fluttershy giggled a bit before telling him, "Oh no, these are just my little animal friends."

"Your animal friends?" said Jonathan.

"Oh yes," said Fluttershy, "you see, sometimes I get very nervous around other ponies; so I mostly hang around with animals most of the time."

Nervous around other ponies, I thought to myself, I guess that explains why her name has the word "shy" in it. I then sat on a couch; and as I was relaxing, I've noticed a little white rabbit staring at me. "Who's this little guy?"

Fluttershy then said, "Oh, this is my pet rabbit, Angel."

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Angel's a boy."

I chuckled a bit and said, "I'm sorry, but did you just say that he's a boy?"

"Yes."

I then started to laugh my ass off and I said to the guys, "Hey guys, this rabbit's name is Angel, and it's a boy!"

They started to laugh as well and say stuff like, "Angel?! Are you serious, that's a girls name!"

As we kept on laughing, Fluttershy then said, "OK, I'll just go in the kitchen and make all of you a snack."

While she was in the kitchen, I noticed that Angel was giving me a bad look. So I said to him, "Eh...what's up, doc?" but all Angel did was turn his back from me. I then said to the guys, "What's his problem?" the guys just shrugged. It's weird because normally the ponies pets--like Winona and Opal--would like me, but this one seems to hate me. I then asked Angel, "What's the matter Roger, did Jessica play patty cake behind your back again?" instead of a laugh or a chuckle, I instead got his tongue sticking out and blowing raspberries at me. I was then like, "Why you furry little bastard; you asking me to eat you?!" he then looked at me with confusion in his eyes. I then told him, "That's right, we're meat eaters; and we just love to eat rabbits, don't we guys?"

Jonathan was like, "Oh yeah, they bring us good luck and good food to our stomachs."

And Andrew added, "And they make good stew too."

As Angel was beginning to become scared, I ended it by pointing at him, then my open mouth, and then I was rubbing my stomach and nodded my head. It was like I was telling him, "Oh yeah, I'll eat you." When Angel started to back away a bit, I then said, "That's right, you better be scared you little...oh my God!" I just slowly turned my head a little and then I found a bat on my shoulder! I then quickly grabbed the little blood sucker and threw it across the room.

As Fluttershy came in with the snacks that she made for us, she was like, "Oh my goodness, what happened?"

I then told her as I pointed at the little blood sucker, "There was a giant bat on my shoulder!"

Fluttershy then said, "Oh, that's just Batty; he was probably just saying hello."

"I hate bats, Fluttershy, I hate 'em!" across the room I could see Angel laughing at me. I quietly said to him, "Laugh it up, fuzz ball!"

Fluttershy then placed the tray of snacks on a table, put her hoof upon my shoulder and said, "There, there, let's not let a little mishap spoil our day."

I however had smacked her hoof off of my shoulder with all the strength in me and I let out my full frustration. "No, I can't take this anymore! I hate this fucking place! HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE IT! I hate every single talking pony that I come by! I hate every single day that we have to waste being in this Godforsaken Hell-hole! I hate having to hear every fucking pony say 'everypony' when they should say 'everybody'! I hate all the back pains that I get from having to walk through these tiny doors! But more importantly, I JUST HATE HAVING TO BE IN A WORLD RULED BY TALKING PONIES!" I was so frustrated that when my face started to turn red, I swore that it was about to explode!

As soon as I finally finished letting out my anger, I then started to hear some kind of whimpering noise. I turned around and saw that Fluttershy was standing at a corner with her back turned away. I walked up to her and said, "Are you OK?"

She then turned around and that's when I'd noticed tears coming down from her eyes. She then said to me sobbingly, "Y-yes."

"If you're OK, then why are you crying?" my Asperger side of me asked.

She then said while she tried to hold back her tears, "W-well, you were raising your voice at me and you told me how you don't like everypony. I can understand why you wouldn't like it here, but you didn't had to be so harsh."

"Well when I said that I hated talking ponies, I didn't mean you in particular."

"It's OK, I'm use to this kind of treatment. Everypony's been treating me this way ever since I was a filly; always laughing at me, always yelling at me, and always trying to hurt me. I try my best to have everypony like me, but they still do mean things to me. This is why I like being with my animal friends; because they can never hurt me." When she ended that sentence, she finally lost control of her tears and she just cried away.

Now normally I wouldn't care at all if any of these ponies were hurt; but for some strange reason, there was a part of me that wanted to be nice to her. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was just something about her that just flat out fills my heart with pitty. It's like as if this poor creature had no friend at all, and was never treated the way that she ought to have been treated. And so, plucking out as much courage as I could muster, I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."

Jonathan and Andrew cried, "What?!"

And Fluttershy looked at me and said, "W-what did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry," I repeated. "I shouldn't have raised my voice at you; I was just getting so frustrated for the past five days, that I just had to let it all out. But I never intended to lash it out on you; and for that, I am sorry."

Fluttershy's tears finally started to dry up a bit and then she said, "Y-you mean it?"

"I mean every single word that I say." I promised her.

Then without saying anything at all, Fluttershy wrapped her hooves around my neck and gave me a hug. I didn't hug her back because I was too surprised by this unexpected response to even consider hugging her back. But when she finally let go of me, she then flew up the stairs and went into her room.

As I got up, Andrew said, "Gees, since when did you become tenderhearted for ponies?" I just ignored him and walked on by. As I was walking up the stairs, Andrew was like, "What, no smart aleck remark or insult?" and when they couldn't see me anymore, Jonathan was like, "OK, is it just me, or is that not the real Jeffrie?"

As I stood beside Fluttershy's door, I could hear her sniffling. I then knocked on the door and said, "Fluttershy, look, I really did mean it when I apologized to you. I wasn't just saying it, I really did mean it. Also, I'm very sorry that nobody is ever nice to you; because to tell you the truth, nobody was ever nice to me either--so I kinda understand what you might be going through. I'm not as mean as you might think I am. I can be a very nice guy from time to time, but I always feel so angry that I forget how others would feel towards me. Listen, I'm not asking you for much; all I ask is for your forgiveness. And if you ever feel that you don't have as many friends as you want, then I would be more than happy to be your friend. But I of course understand if you don't want to speak to me again; so I'll just go down the stairs and I won't bother you."

I then went back down the stairs and I took a plate from the tray. As I was eating the snack that Fluttershy had made, I noticed that Jonathan and Andrew were both staring at me with that weird, perverted smile that SpongeBob gave Squidward when he found out that he likes krabby patties.

"What?" I asked.

Jonathan then said, "You love her, don't you Jeffrie?"

I nearly choked to death after hearing that statement, "What?!"

"Admit it, Jeffrie, you have a crush on her."

Andrew then said, "And what was all that talk about you not wanting to start a relationship with a pony?"

I then told the two sickoes, "It's nothing like that, I just want to be her friend."

"Yeah," said Jonathan, "Her boyfriend."

"Just because I apologize to her, doesn't mean I'm in love with her."

"Yeah about that," said Andrew, "what was up with that apology? You wouldn't have typically apologize to any of the other ponies we've met, so what makes her so special?"

"Because, I strongly believe that the rest of the ponies can handle a few insults here and there. Fluttershy, however, can't; so from now on, I gotta learn to control my temper when I'm around her and I need to be more gentle to her."

"And you never want to be more gentle to me or Jonathan, because...?"

"Because I enjoy hilarious moments like this." I then showed him the picture of him sucking his thumb while he was asleep. When I saw the look on his face, I just rolled on the floor, laughing. As I was laughing like a hyena, Jonathan said to Andrew, "Yep, it's the real Jeffrie all right."