Oh okay then... Good night Lyra. Pleasant dreams.
Good night, Strawberry. Sleep well.
Ya had sex with the bear tonight, didn't ya?
AnonymousWhile that happens to be none of your business…
So... Y'er a biped too, I hear?
Occasionally, if it’s convenient. But I have to use magic to stabilize myself.
This Lyra can walk on two hooves unaided.
I'm implying that young foals are impressionable, and that bears have poor table manners. I'm further implying that the mixture of those two facts will lead to disaster.
AnonymousBoscov is an absolute gentlepony-… uh… Bear. His manners are better than mine!
You are ill-informed of a situation that doesn’t involve you in the slightest. Good day.
*phases through the glass*
Anonymous*Temporarily gains the Midas Touch.*
*Touches Anon.*
*Loses power.*
*Sells golden Anon for cash.*
*Wins the day.*
It’s fun to pretend.
You're having Sweetie eat dinner with a bear? She might start to imitate it, and then her table manners will be ruined FOREVER! Please reconsider what you're doing, Lyra.
AnonymousWhat exactly are you implying?
*breaks in window and buries his face in her plot*
AnonymousAfter Mister Bruce Wayne was kind enough to donate a metric ton of money, I had all the windows replaced with reinforced, enchanted, impact-proof glass.
Have fun trying to break it. I’m going to call the guard.
Hey Lyra, how have things been going? c:
Great! Thanks for asking!
How are you Fluttershy? I don’t suppose we talk all that often.
*slaps flank* Nice and plump~
AnonymousThanks. I try to do some exercises every now and again.
By the way, I got home like ten minutes ago. Gonna have to be faster than that if you’re going to attempt to sexually assault somepony.
And get your nose broken.
O~h! Mister Krinkle! Of course! Sorry about that. Not that I ever understood what was being said in that song.
Primus’ got some good stuff! (That doesn’t involve cursing)
Why isn't Boscov walking you home? Doesn't he care if you get mugged or something?
AnonymousNo offense to Boscov, but if something manages to take me out, there’s not a whole lot he’d be able to do.
I’m not the helpless filly from years past. I wouldn’t be around if I still was.
Ma, don't you recognize me, your own daughter?! Wait, you're a unicorn! I apologize miss, it's just your green, and I tend to mistake ponies very easily.
AnonymousIt’s alright. Though you might not want to try telling all that to Granny Smith.
