I know you do, Strawberry.
And I love you too, in a family sort of way. But that’s not the love I usually think of when somepony is talking about love.
I know you do, Strawberry.
And I love you too, in a family sort of way. But that’s not the love I usually think of when somepony is talking about love.
Uh… Thank you?
It’s nice to see you around again, but I don’t think you know me well enough to say that.
Surprise makes a very convincing argument. I might have to change my answer…
Sounds to me like you need to get in contact with your local water treatment facility.
That or a time machine.
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That loaf is just floating in a public bathroom somewhere, isn’t it?
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Am I missing something?
I’ve heard that when you’re decapitated the head lives on for a few seconds before you die.
Think about how much time slows down when you’re terrified; how long a few seconds can be stretched out.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. I wouldn’t kill anypony just for hurting Sweetie Belle. I imagine disciplinary action would be enough.
Of course I never get tired of the hugs!
They just last a little too long.
If you have to ask, you already know the answer.
You have to be brave if you want to hear the honest answer, Strawberry.
This makes me feel happy inside.
Not a fan of peanut butter.
Grape jelly is where it’s at, yo!