"Why in the world didn't the Princess tell me earlier? I would have done something important instead of going on a picnic!" Twilight exclaimed to no-pony as he and Twilight made their way across a field that was way too green for any normal person to comprehend. Spike III was on her back, dead from Twilight's breaking of the sound barrier.
"Calm the H[BUY SOME APPLES]l down, b[BUY SOME APPLES]h! This is only f[BUY SOME APPLES]g Germany!" Grg ranted trying to flip her the bird but he forgot that, first off all, he didn't have one anymore and, for another, he didn't know to run with three legs.
"We don't have time for you lazing around!" Twilight picked Grg up with her MAGICK and tossed him a long ways away. "Discord is free... Somehow, Queen Chrysalis came back after being... Somewhere and Nightmare Moon is here!... Something isn't right."
Grg picked himself up this time and growled at Twilight. "Listen here, c[BUY SOME APPLES]t, I don't give two s[BUY SOME APPLES]s about your f[BUY SOME APPLES]g problems when your tossing me around like some kind of w[BUY SOME APPLES]e!... Where is that coming from!? At least it's not beeping, but for the love of Bob Dylan!"
"Yeah, that does sound quite annoying..." Twilight admitted, trotting up beside him. "Well, if you don't care about my problems, why should I care about yours? I'm not trying to be rude or anything, it's just, YOU'RE being rude."
"Well, ex-CUSE me, princess!" Grg spat, going forward once more. "It's just that I'm God-knows how many miles away from my home, I have no idea where my bandmates, I haven't had a beer in nine hours, I'm missing my middle finger and I REALLY want to sing something!"
"Then why don't you?"
That stopped Grg dead in his tracks. He shot a scowl at Twilight and muttered, "I don't want to."
"Please? I'm sure you don't have that bad a voice." She added a blink in-between her two sentences, almost mocking Grg.
(I'm not giving you the link to the song because you're a big brony and you can look it up on YouTube.)
"Fine, but just this once." Grg took a deep breath and started to sing the first song that came to his limited mind:
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Twilight was mildly surprised at the growl that came to his voice once he started singing. For some reason, it reminded her of Scootaloo, but for a very odd reason. It really did calm her down. Even though the "And nothing else matters" bit did make her tense up so much you could see her skeleton.
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
It was very odd. The words were making Twilight feel paranoid and relaxed. Was this how music worked where he was? But, then again, anything was better then what Pinkie was coming up with nowadays (she was running out of ideas).
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
All Twilight wanted to know by this point was what did matter. I mean, really.
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know, whoa
But I know
Something within Twilight was building up. Even without music, she felt like letting her head nod like Vinyl. She hoped this wasn't a normal thing music like this did because she also wanted to make devil horns and that was gonna be VERY tricky.
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Seriously, what is this song about? Twilight thought. I'm getting really mixed feelings. She watched as Grg wanted quiet, swaying from side to side to some weird beat. Little did Twi know, this is where the solo came in. And she couldn't hear it. Sad, I know?
I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in-
"OK, you can stop now, please," Twilight told Grg, holding up a hoof up.
"What? Can't handle the f[BUY SOME APPLES]g metal?" Grg asked with a laugh just sprinkled with mockery. Hey, you ever have cupcakes with sprinkles? It's weird, because it's all crunchy and it really doesn't go with the softness cupcakes normally have, but every now and then I guess it's OK because you have no choice; you can't pick off every single one. Speaking of which, have you ever tried- I'm getting off track. "I knew it. You ponies are too sissy."
"I'm not sissy," Twilight said in defence. "And could you please stop insulting me?"
Grg shook his head no. "I don't wanna," he said in a singsong voice, going off again.
Following him, Twilight rolled her eyes and sighed. "I wish Princess Celestia had picked different heroes. This one is a real jerk," she whispered under her breath. She felt her mind nagging her about how "IT'S NOT NICE TO INSULT OTHER PONIES!" but he really deserved it, considering his attitude.
Grg stopped on top of another hill, turned around, slapped Twilight and yelled, "I HAVE EARS LIKE A HAWK!"
"...Let's just get your bandmates," Twilight murmured, running down the hill and laughing about some hilarious YouTube Poop she saw earlier.
"GET BACK HERE!" Grg shouted after Twilight, rolling down the hill because he forgot how stairs work... Hills have stairs now. You should know that, audience.
"Fruhm waht ah cahn uhndahshtahnd fuhm ur thik akk-scent, ahm gueesin dat ur wohrld iz kihnda wheird," Applejack said to Jamyz, who had just finished his explaination of Fifty Shades of Grey. "All-tow I chan't em-ah-gen Y pwn-nees wouhld reed eet."
"I've been, like, asking myself that, too, man," Jamyz said, taking a good look at the world he was currently in. There were trees. A lot of them. 643, I think. "Y'know, dude, your world, like, isn't so hot either. It's too colourful for me. It totally f[BUY SOME APPLES]g reminds me of f[BUY SOME APPLES]g Disney. I hate that s[BUY SOME APPLES]t."
"Whell, dis eez Equeztreeah! Eht's teh behst plache 2 luh-eh-vuh, eshpechially sin-cuh eef u shtart luh-eh-ving hear, u cahn ne-vah leaf! Ah tr-eyed onche, buht ah rahinboww bro-ug-ht meh bahck!" The cowpony exclaimed, finishing her statement with a failed attempt at a backflip.
Ignoring Applejack's ramblings, Jamyz continued to look at the scenery. It looked decent. Sure, a few trees were on fire, some of them eating fillies alive and other still were singing "We Three Trees", but it was fine nonetheless. The thing that really caught Jamyz's attention was this one patch of trees that clustered together so well with the clouds, it looked like they were reaching up the sky's a[BUY SOME APPLES]s. "This place sucks," Jamyz commented flatly, stopping Applejack from lighting the cannon she was in. "It. like, a couple tombstones, maybe some blood, Lady Liberty, the works. If only my music had the same powers as Willow Smith's."
"W8, mue-sick? Ah sawng?" Applejack raised an eyebrow off her face. "Puh-leze tehll meh u rn't ah muzicsheahn. Ah no too ahn-duh 1zuh sch-tuk-up mezz wh-eye-l da odder eez ah chycologichal mesh! Ah dink da ladder playz chello."
"Dude, if you wanna hang with me, brah, you need to, like, totally free your dang mind and get one thing straight, man. I'm part of, like, the best thrash metal band ever made and, like, we totally aren't into that classical stuff."
"Wehll ah h8 hawse mue-sick, sew dere." Applejack put on a half grin, half frown because she really didn't know how to feel outside of weird and stared right into Jamyz's soul. "BUTT. Werez da rehst'a ur bahnd?"
Jamyz Lennfield (just in case you forgot his name) scratched his chin, followed by his back, followed by Applejack's, all the while staring at the sun and wondering why it was shining. "I wish I, like, knew. They're probably, like, totally freaking out, like completely, absolutely." He coughed (no relevance to the plot). "I think this one guy is named Kliff. He would probably be too worried about being fabulous. I miss seeing his a[BUY SOME APPLES]s. I think there's this other guy named Grg and he'd be swearing up a storm like f[BUY SOME APPLES]k this and s[BUY SOME APPLES]t that. The last one would probably be, like, trying WAAAAAAY too hard to get attention because he thinks nobody pays attention to him. I think he's my sister."
Applejack blinked, tearing her eyelids. "U lawst meh ahfteer u kawffed."
Jamyz laughed. "It's, like, not important anyways. As long as I can get a nice, cold-"
"U lawst meh agahin. Lehts jusgt guh-oh een2 tawn." And with that, Applejack and Jamyz went down the yellow dirt road towards Ponyville. It took a year, but they did manage to get to a point where they could see it in the distance.
"For the last time, man, we do not, like, not talk about Epic Movie!" Jamyz groaned as he dragged himself along. "It was a broken mess then and it is now!"
"U ha-vehnt e-vehn ceen et!" Applejack argued as she moonwalked. "'Ow cahn u juh-uh-juh ah fhilm eef u ha-vehnt e-vhen ceen et!"
Just before Jamyz could make a snarky comment about how he judged ponies before he even met them, he was hit by a flying Grg.
"I told you I could jump that last three feet!" Grg shouted behind him, getting off of Jamyz and then standing on him. Twilight pulled up as he said it.
Twilight sighed. "I never said you couldn't."
"Well..." Grg shoved his hoof in her (Twilight's) face like he was flipping her off. "What t- CURSE MY F[BUY SOME APPLES]G SHORT ATTENTION SPAN!"
"Like, hey, man, have you, like, seen my brother? His name's, like, Grg and he's a totally messed up dude," Jamyz slurred, now suddenly drunk, putting an arm/leg around Grg's neck, accidentally choking him.
Grg shoved Jamyz off, taking his arm off as well in the process, and blew air out of nostrils all heavy like. "Well, have you seen Jamyz? He's a total b[BUY SOME F***ING APPLES]h who only cares about his f[BUY SOME APPLES]g booze and not anybody around him and always talks like he's some kind of motherf[BUY SOME APPLES]g s[BUY SOME APPLES]t-eating hippie!"
"No, I'll keep my eye out for him. He sounds nice," Jamyz replied. He motioned for Applejack and he started to go off.
"I'm not done with you!" Grg tackled Jamyz and the two got into a bit of a scuffle, Grg seeming like he really meant it and Jamyz was only half serious. The other half was confusion. And the other fifth was cider Applejack "accidentally" "left" "nonalcoholic".
The two female ponies just exchanged confused glances before looking back at their fight. Eventually, it did break up, but only after Gilda got shot.
"So I take it you're Jamyz..." Grg muttered in anger, trying to get out of Twilight's MAGICK.
"DUDE, I JUST DID A BARREL ROLL!... And yes, I am infact Jamyz. Forgot that for a while," Jamyz said back, rolling around while in some other pony's magic. For the sake of this fiction, we'll call her Ispyitch (pronounced by Applejack as "ICE-PIE-ITCH"). "So does that make you Jamyz?"
Grg shook his head. "Nope, just Chuck Testa."
Twilight face-hoofed, accidentally letting Grg go. He hit the ground and everyone died.
In an alternate timeline, Twilight face-hoofed, accidentally letting Grg go. He hit the ground fine.
"WOAH, if you're Chuck Testa, then does that make you-" Jamyz started, but was cut off by his captor.
"Trixie wants you to be quiet," she said, doing the closed-eyes-looking-up-with-head thing.
"You can let him go," Twilight told her rival. "We have both of them; we just need two more."
And with that, Trixie dropped Jamyz and everyone died again.
In Equanox, Jamyz was dropped to ground harmlessly. Except for the missing ear, but it'd grow back.
"Thanks for your help, Dumbledore," Twilight said.
"Anytime," Dumbledore said back. He quickly whipped out his broom, got on it and flew like it was Quiditch. Several Royal Guards started chasing after him.
"So now that we're back together," Jamyz whispered to Grg, "do you, like, think we'll find Ringo and what's-his-bleeding-face?"
"Who cares? Just as long as I can get my bird back..." Grg growled. "Both of them. I feel like I'm about to explode."
"Yeah, man, me to, I feel ya, brah. But say we don't get them back."
"We ditch 'em. We don't really need 'em."
"That seems kind of black hearted, dude."
"Hey, 'dude', would you rather have two a[BUY SOME APPLES]s you constantly have to drag around and buy s[BUY SOME APPLES]t for, or would you rather have a beer and some nice, cheap w[BUY SOME APPLES]es?"
"Me... Plus them... Equals Big Love... OH NO. I want a sandwich."
"You can have mine. Applejack made some f[BUY SOME APPLES]g sandwiches before we left and I didn't... Eat... All of... Mine..."
"..."
"What the h[BUY SOME APPLES]l is wrong with you?"
"I love you, man."
"...WHAT THE FU-"
"Guys!" Twilight shouted. Jamyz jumped off of Grg and Grg got off his (own) back. "While you two were busy doing whatever it was you were doing-"
"That's what I like to call happy times," Jamyz heckled.
"-Me and Applejack went over what we should do," Twilight continued, shooting Jamyz a look of I'm-talking-not-you, "which was our idea in the first place. We're going to go into Ponyville and look for your two other friends. Hopefully, we can also come across the fifth one."
"WHUT? That c[BUY SOME APPLES]t never mentioned a FIFTH f[BUY SOME APPLES]g one!" Grg exclaimed, kicking the dirt. Some poor foal in France tripped thanks that.
Grg suddenly had a face full of letter.
"If you had looked at the back of the letter," Twilight explained as calmly as her patience would let her, "Princess Celestia, or Trollestia, who probably wrote this letter, did in fact say there was a third one."
"The Celestia that failed." Jamyz chuckled, only him and Grg getting the reference.
"Ahnd ahll-sew dat ur preh-schents wuld haveh ah negahteve affect ohn ohur wrld," Applejack added, taking the letter off of Grg's face and pointing at it, causing her to fall over since both her front hooves were in use.
"I wonder would those could be," Twilight muttered, pulling Applejack to her feet. "Look, we should getting going every-pony."
They all nodded and went off, Grg screaming "YOU CALL ME EVERY-PONY AGAIN AND YOU CAN LIVE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITHOUT A V[BUY SOME APPLES]A! I DON'T WANT TO BUY ANY APPLES!"
"Uh, this is so... UN... FABULOUS!" Kliff cried, stumbling along. "Not a single fabulous store for miles! And nobody recognizes me, the great and fabulous Kliff!"
"Trixie is the only great and anything around here," Trixie mumbled, wandering by.
"I haven't found Ringo and them, not that they matter! They're always yelling at me! 'Kliff, don't drink that much!', 'Kliff, don't talk to that lion!', 'Kliff, don't go watch Disaster Movie!', 'Kliff, don't try to have s[BUY SOME PEARS]x on the Effiel Tower!'! Well, what do they know!?... And I'm hungry!"
He looked around and only saw the same kind of building over and over again, like it was from some kind of kitchen thingy (model 699). Really uncreative, but genius at the same time. The only one that really stood out was one that looked like it literally came out of a cookie cutter, in the sense that Kliff would have eaten it had it not been for the fact that he's allergic to red brick colouring.
He went into the building, not realizing he was being followed by some kinda blue thing, and his eyes immediately drawn to a strange sight. Michael Bay shooting a movie without a single explosion, alien or racist/sexist character! Beside that was a pink pony and an aquamarine pony with a tall bump on his head, the bump shooting off lights that would make Los Pegasus jealous.
"What's going on here?" Kliff asked, slowly approaching the two.
"I dunno... But it's been doing this for the last ten minutes..." the aquamarine pony muttered. "I feel like I'm having a bloody o[BUY SIM APPLES]m."
Pinkie blinked. "Hey, I know who you are! You're Kliff McBurtney!"
"Finally! Somebody recognizes my fabulousity!" He sat down on a chair awkwardly. He got a confused glare from Lyra, who was there for no reason.
(Oh, fine, since I know you've been begging for it, here's the link to the song from above: watch?v=MGiBycxRNL4)
"Actually, I just read ahead in the script," Pinkie corrected Kliff with a grin. "Which is weird, how did I find the script in the first place and, for that matter, if I read ahead, shouldn't I know what's gonna happen? Strangely, I don't, giving this joke more plotholes then it needs, but, then again, that's just lazy writing and then I was all like, 'Oatmeal, are you making a reference?' and he-"
While that was going on, Kliff and Ringo were conversing, Kliff having realized Ringo was himself.
"Does this one ever shut up?" Kliff asked the fireworking pony.
"I don't think she does," Ringo replied.
"Well that's unfabulous. So, how do you suppose we got here?"
"I dunno, mate, but this sure is odd."
"Odder then that with the rubber band?"
"Nothing is odder then that."
"Well, remember that one gig we had? We started our gig and some idiot threw a flaming beer at us?"
"Yeah, Jamyz didn't like the taste that much."
"I think he said it tasted like apples... And goodness, is she still going?"
"This is torture."
"Torture? I'll tell YOU what's torture!" Kliff looked slightly annoyed, but then went to a more neutral state. "Looking at that bump is torture! It's so hideous, but the way it's shooting off makes me feel so... MMM! I just wanna... OH! OK, later, you, me, get some h[BUY SOME W****S]s and we are going to have a most FABULOUS night, you and I. Mmm. I feel really hot for no reason!"
"And ponies say I'M a source of filler!" Pinkie exclaimed out of nowhere. She came out of nowhere and said, "Well, since you two are here I guess we can out out and find the others!"
The two band-mates exchanged glances before breaking out into random laughter, although for different reasons.
A minute went by before Pinkie stopped staring and stated, "And ponies think I'M weird! And I am!"
"Oh, that, girlfriend, was a good one," Kliff said through his attempts to find his lost air. "It almost makes up for the fact that you kidnapped him."
"Oh, I didn't kidnap him!"
"Yes you did!" Ringo exclaimed, finding Kliff's air under the table.
Pinkie did hear him and just went on: "I just found him randomly in the alleyway! He called me a devil! I'm Pinkie Pie, by the way!"
"Well, you know who I am," Kliff said, trying to make a sexual pose, but only half succeeding (Derpy got only half a winger boner). "I'm also a bassist for the most FABULOUS band EVER, Beatallica."
"And there are only three more of you left?"
"No, two."
"It's three."
"Two."
"Three."
"Two."
"Three."
"Two."
"Three."
"Two."
"Three."
"Two."
Ringo was humming "The Outlaw Torn" to himself.
"Two."
"Three."
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"THREE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE! AND THAT'S MY FINAL OFFER!" Kliff finished.
"Good, we agree!" Pinkie chirped, trotting out of where they were.
Kliff blinked twenty times in two seconds. "What in the name of Victora's Secret just happened?"
"I think Bugs Bunny just s[BUY SOME APPLES]t on your logic," Ringo answered, giving Kliff his air back.
"Well that sucks. We ditch her the first chance we get?"
Ringo smirked and chuckled evilly to himself. "Sure."
"You're way too predictable, Larzie."
"For the love of Neptune, this is boring. Why can't we go attack Celestia? And I don't like that fact that we're in a sub-par parody of a decent fiction!" a holy black bug complained in the middle of nowhere, breaking one of her hooves by slamming it into a marshmallow table. "We did we have this thing installed?"
"The same reason why I'm doing this." A twisted figure who totally wasn't Discord said as he leaned back on his chair. On the wall, which was on the ceiling.
"But Celestia won't do anything about it! when you attacked, she did nothing! When Nightmare Moon attacked, she did nothing! When I attacked, SHE DID NOTHING! For the love of the Milky Way, we could take over Equestria like it was nothing! I-" the creature got a mouthful of marshmallow table, courtesy of not-Discord.
Oh, apparently he is Discord now. He looked at his cards, then across the table. "Got any threes?"
He shook his head no and uttered, "Go fish."
Discord nodded, took a card and, suddenly, his whole hand was threes. There was also no more cards. "I win again."
"Stop cheating!" Discord whined, tossing his card away.
Discord slapped Discord and said, "Either you shut up or you're getting dangled off the roof balcony again."
"Hey, don't be cruel!" Discord snapped.
Then Discord himself snapped, causing himself to disappear.
Just then, the creature remembered she was Queen Chrysalis and said, "My Grambi, I hate it when you play with yourself. It looks so weird."
Discord slapped Chrysalis. "Listen here. If I wanna play with myself, it's perfectly fine! And regarding, Princess Celestia, we cannot do it for two more chapters because the author says so! Don't ask questions, dang it!"
"Speak of the night devil, why do we have Nightmare Moon?"
"NaughtyNaughtyLuna, Clockwork Orange-style," Discord replied flatly. "Not even I can make sense of that... That... Blog..."
"Why?" Chrysalis asked with an oddly smug grin. "Do you have one of your 'card games' with that up?"
"N-no, it's just it's... It's... It's-"
"-Monty Python's Flying Circus!" Jamyz exclaimed, running down the street with Grg.
"WE ARE NOT DOING THE PARROT SKETCH! WHAT PART OF 'NOT INCLUDED' DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! T[BUY SOME APPLES]T!" Grg screamed, chasing after him. Once again, he and Jamyz had to be stopped by Twilight.
"Please act like fully grown, adult stallions," Twilight pleaded. "Your arguing is driving me crazy!"
"Hay, dohn't akt liek ah'm noht h-ear-a!" Applejack said.
"Fine, I'll ask an adult question: Do all ponies talk, or just you?" Jamyz asked, forwarding it to Twilight.
"Well, assuming from what I've heard from you two, I'm guessing it's only us," Twilight replied, trying not to sound rude or mean. She also got slightly intrigued by the fact that ponies elsewhere don't talk! But, then again, neither did Colgate, but that's just because she had nothing interesting to say.
"I know you know I know what you know that he's not me that you want to know what I know," Jamyz told Twilight, "but I'm not gonna do that. I'm gonna go pole climbing instead!"
Twilight tried to protest, but Jamyz had always scrambled up the nearest pole. He quickly slid back down it. He climbed up and slid down. This repeated a few times before he pulled a grappling hook out of a[No bUy]s and just tossed it up.
"I can see my house from here!" Jamyz called from the top of the pole. "Wait, no, it's just, like, totally Chuck Testa. So where to, purple pony?"
"I feel like we should go to Rarity's. She probably knows a thing or two," Twilight shouted back up. They started to leave, but she stopped, looked back and saw that Jamyz was still up the pole. "Aren't you coming?"
Jamyz pointed down and exclaimed, "As soon as this dog, like, leaves, man!"
At the bottom of the pole was, of course, Screwloose.
Twilight sighed. "Screwball, your dog is off her leash again!"
The pony in question came onto the scene and dragged Screwloose off with a piece of bacon.
"Thanks," Jamyz said to Twilight, sliding down and landing in a puddle of glue. "Now to go interrogate some random kids who obviously don't know where our friends are!"
Before either Twilight or Applejack could stop them, Jamyz and Grg were already halfway down the street, stopping random ponies in their tracks and asking them random question.
"Do you know who's captured our friends?" Jamyz asked one.
"Do you feel lucky, buck? Well, do ya?" Grg snarled at another female.
"What is the meaning of life"
"Where's the fish?"
"Do you wanna play Blue Clues?"
"What - me worry?"
"2 plus 2 equals what?"
"Ees dis nezasaree?"
"Are you married?"
"Uh... No..." Jamyz replied.
"Well, you look nice," Bonbon said. "It's too bad I'm a fillyfooler."
Bonbon walked off, Jamyz just watching her (and dat sweet plot!).
"Tuh-y?" Applejack looked at Twilight and she looked at her. "Dew u raly tink deez r owr hee-rows?"
"Well, to quote Zecora... We're doomed." Twilight stated with no emotion but confusion in her voice as she watched Grg paddle two young colts.
"AND THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF HONEY BOO-BOO!" Grg yelled.
"Dude, you don't need to shout," Jamyz muttered as he petted another one. "Free your mind. And you, you little filly, you look quite nice."
"Thank you mister," the filly, who I shalt now call Lil' Vyra, said with a smile. "Why is your friend slapping those two colts I've never met before?"
"I dunno..." Jamyz muttered. Brief silence. "Wanna buy some heroin?"
"What's heroin?"
"I'll tell you later," Jamyz said. "Grg, you done doing whatever it is your doing?"
"Eeeeeeee'yup." And with that, he tossed the two colts away, crashing through a window and killing Dr. Whooves's ham sandwich.
"...So let's continue asking!" Jamyz exclaimed, spinning in a circle and digging a hole in the ground, later jumping, pointing at Twilight and asked, "Wanna buy some heroin?"
The two mares sighed heavily and said in unison, "Listen you two, we're going to go find Rarity and, why not, Pinkie as well. Please stay here and don't bother any more peop- ponies."
The two friend shared a quick loving glare and a piece of chocolate before looking back at them. "As long as I don't have to follow your fat a[BUY SOME APPLES]s anymore!" Grg yelled, running off and into a group of mares. "Sweet! Orgy time!"
"Oh, dang, I wanted that to happen to me," Jamyz muttered. He looked at Lil' Vyra and questioned: "Wanna join? I'm sure your parents won't mind."
"Weeeell... OK!" Lil' Vyra chirped. And her and Jamyz ran off.
Twilight let out another sigh, long enough to beat out ASLSP, her and Applejack going to Chuck E Cheese's. "If the other two are as bad as this, the doom has been doubled."
"Finished!" the pony from the last chapter put down her brush, took a step back and looked at her work. Thankfully, there were enough buckets of paint nearby to cover an entire wall with red paint, put a circle on it and put some kind of "X" shape thing on it. "Whoever rives here is rearry going to thank me!"
And, speak-of-the-Luna, the pony in question entered on cue.
"Ah!" the white pony said for no reason, looking at the enterer. "Do you rike it?"
Fluttershy blinked. "Well... I wanted crossed hammers, to be perfectly honest with you..."