I’m sick.
I don’t suppose walls can get infections, huh?
The [omitted] I put up with…
Okay, that’s kind of a weird thing to do with my hoof. Maybe you should watch less movies.
There’s not much I can do to get better faster. And there’d better not be more than I make in a week in that bag.
I think I’m not contagious anymore. I’d wait until tomorrow to be safe, though.
[Deep Breath]
[Cough]
I guess I could accept a few bits. And I mean a few bits.
All I can remember is in City of Ponies, the character I have that shares my account name (but isn’t my main), has the title of Master Thief.
Thank you!
Not sure what I’ve become, though.
Nothing wrong with capitalism. All of Equestria is capitalistic.
We’re a monarchy, but we have a capitalistic system of distributing wealth.
It could be bigger, but there wasn’t much money to spare. Just getting it built with a bathroom on budget was a tough thing to manage.
I don’t think it’s something you can just do. You have to be born with the ability to sit like this.

Trying to get a word in proves to be difficult, and Princess and Amy seem far more heated this time than before.
You decide to lead by example and leave the two of them to bicker like fillies. Twist follows behind you as you both begin your way, quietly, toward the semi-circular building. It’s not long before Princess and Amy get the hint and rush to catch up.
While advancing, you keep an eye out in the direction of the giant. While you can’t see it, the rhythmic hooffalls remain the same. If the shadow is heading toward you, it’s doing so slowly.
The four of you successfully reach and enter the semi-circular building once again. Princess emits a light from her horn but you remember the entrance, relatively anyway. Straight ahead of the long hallway you’re in is a curve that goes the length of the building. To the left is an open doorway leading to a room that’s too dark to see inside. The stone walls are bare. No marks of interest, blah blah blah. It’s still cold, but with your blanket-rigged cape and cowl it’s not too bad.
I’m terrible. You need some help up?
What do you think of my new room, by the way?
Um… I’m not very good with names…
I don’t gossip.
Sorry.