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Hello, Ms. Lyra? I'm a butt doctor, and I need to exam Sweetie's butt. It's a medical emergency.
AnonymousOver my dead body.
Which I assure you as a more difficult feat than it may sound.
*Climbs on top of Lyra's and Bon Bon's house* I'mma gonna poop down this chimney while the residents of this house are sleeping.
AnonymousSounds like somepony’s been taking Mickey Rooney’s Crazy Pills.
i doubt you would need to match him bit for bit. its not how much its worth that matters, its the fact that you know someone cares about you. or something like that. and maybe honey isnt the best choice...
I have an obvious idea in mind, but I’m not sure what Boscov’s favorite genre of music is.
For all the conversations we’ve had, I don’t recall it ever coming up.
Get him a jar of honey. Bears love jars of honey.
AnonymousWell, what he got me was sort of expensive. I’m not sure I could match him bit for bit in honey.
I am going to kill both you and Krastos so that Equestria may be purged of this abominable 'love'.
AnonymousNo.
Why are you touching me?
Anonymous“I didn’t put those in my bag.”
Or…
“Hmm! A pony with expensive tastes I see!”
…
Could always go with:
“We couldn’t fit it all in.”
No. I was just making a poor assumption based off of the fact you said you accidentally saw something he plans to give to you.
AnonymousOh… No.
Evidently I said something in passing and he got it for me. It’s a pretty incredible gift. Not sure what to give him in return.
I'm pretty sure there aren't many trees in Ponyville that you could even start to hang a bear from in the first place.
That’s an imagine I wish I didn’t have.
I do worry, though. After he got shot, I worry about him…
Lyra, please, relax. He's just pulling your hoof.. sick joke..
AnonymousYeah… Yeah I guess so.
I mean, there’s still so much to talk about.
But didn't you see a wedding ring he plans to give you?
AnonymousW… What?
No. No! I-I hadn’t-
Is… Is he…?
if the bear marries you we will lynch him
AnonymousNoted.
It’s not as though I intend to get married anytime soon anyway. We haven’t even been together for half a year. We have yet to even have a fight! So cool your racist jets.
Bigot.
Edit: I do love him, though. So suck on that.
CYOA #43
Wouldn’t that be a rag? A wash rag? A napkin would get all fragile and could easily rip during the assault. To that end, you could just use the towel you have. That way you don’t have to waste space!
Either way, you aren’t sure where you’d find chloroform.
Lets see… Why a toothbrush… Well, there’s the obvious applications if you also brought toothpaste. You could use it to scrub something if it’s dirty. That second one seems likely, seeing as you’re wondering around a bunch of ruins. You hold your hoof to remind yourself to get a toothbrush.
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Is… Is that a beetle? It is! It is a beetle! Oh wonder of wonders! There it goes! You take two steps in pursuit before falling face-first into the ground, because you were still holding your own hoof.
That really hurt! You check your nose only to find that you’ve begun bleeding! You feel pretty stupid and embarrassed as ponies crowd around and ask if you’re alright.
You’ve managed to take your first bit of damage on this little adventure. Not quite in anyway you could have imagined, though.
You’d leave right now to head up the mountain, but the ponies surrounding you are blocking your way. Plus your vision is blurred from tears.
