...I don't like this.

Always with the naysaying from you! Why can't you just be supportive. Like your brother.

If you send someone a muffin basket after you do something mean, all is forgiven.

That's horrible justification.

Looks like somepony's getting a muffin basket tonight~~~.

I don't want your sin muffins!

You say that now. But I special ordered these in celebration!

What's the opposite of celebration? Humiliation? Repulsion? Because whatever it is---

Are we doing this or not? The distraction will only last for so long.

Fine. We pop in, we sling some mud, we come home. In and out.

Yeah. Give 'em the ol' in-out in-out before they have the ol' in-out in-out IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M---!

STOP! Let's just go...

"I found it most peculiar when you approached me this morning, Ms. Scratch. At first I assumed you came to wax philosophical with me once more. Yet, now, I must admit you have bewildered me once more in another manner! This 'hamboning' is so crude in design... But I... Can't take my eyes off of it..." The doctor continued to watch as Vinyl Scratch flailed her way through a persistent hamboning routine, watching behind the Doctor as Pipsqueak trudged his coveted police box out of his house undetected.

Author's Notes:

If you haven't yet seen my most recent blog post, I talk about some rather important things pertaining to my time on this site. If you have the time, just click the link and read up. Thanks for your time, hope you enjoyed the story.

Next few chapters, we're going on a trip. Also, cookies to anyone who remembers that old bit at the end.