Know Thy Colt, Know Thy Colt, Know Thy Colt...

The crimson red mare perked a brow at the title she had echoed around her. "Know Thy Colt...? So many things wrong with this already... One, I'm not a boy. Two, 'thy'? Are you far too superior for the word 'your'?"

Fox Trot...

"Bravo, you can ignore me. Really, bravo. Award to you."

...has no cutie mark...

"I do! I just like wearing my dress over it."

Then show us...

"Look... I know you want a look at my hot flank, but you just can't see it... On this channel that is."

Know Thy Colt Guest Rule Number 3: 'No whoring out your own products or shows'...

"You have rules? This show was only made -like- two days ago."

I created a book of them days before I pitched the show...

Fox Trot...

...has never won an award...

"I WAS NOMINATED FOR A PONY AWARD!"

Key word: Nominated...

"I won dozens of TV awards!"

Yes...

...Best supporting lead...

"I NEVER PLAY SECOND--"

Fox Trot...

...her real name is Second Banana...

"W-w-w-w-w-w-what!? How DARE you!?"

Fox Trot...

...was once hit with a bowl of cheese...

"...No... No I wasn't..." Just at that moment, a bowl of cheese was tossed off from the darkness and klunked Fox Trot in her head.

Fox Trot...

...was once hit with a bowl of cheese...

"Yeah, NOW..."

Now you know...

Fox Trot...

"Only one of those things you said were true... And you MADE it true you ignorant philistine!" Fox Trot huffed as she tossed her red mane to the side and strutted off the stage with her head held high... the bump left there still fresh.