A life is a life. It doesn’t matter if you believe in souls or afterlives. All life is sacred.

Except for bees. Bees can die. Go right ahead and eat as many bees as you can shove in your mouth.

Just answering a few questions before I go to work.

Have a good day, everypony!

I have some informal training in boxing.

But no.

Even if I knew she wasn’t, no.

There’s no way a robot could have emotions like her.

To what extent?

I mean, when Rarity and Applejack switched places during that relay-race, I certainly couldn’t tell the difference.

Maybe…

I mean, probably.

Redirect their misguided adoration to somepony that can actually help.

I ate some nachos and had the opportunity to spell my name real good.

F-R-E-D

F-R-E-D-B-U-R-G-E-R

Fred Fredburger-Yes!

Eh, not bad. (Warning: coarse language)

The tracks sounded better individually, though.

Uh… Yeah. Ponyville is pretty nice.

Don’t know about calling it “up here”, though.

Stop worshiping the ground I trot on and be happier yourself.

I want a friend, not a religious follower.

Sorry! After Sweetie and I left Boscov’s (after a delightful dinner) I popped on to Minecraft and ran into Scooc! We played for hours! Found an abandoned mineshaft, retrieved some melon seeds, fought hoards of poisonous spiders. It was a blast!

I’ll have to get to the messages tomorrow; I gotta get to bed. I have work in the morning!

Uh-uh.

Alright, Sweetie and I will be over in a jiffy!

You could stop raising me up on a pedestal and just see me as an equal.