It’s something to do with an alternate self’s last name or somethin’.

I’m an orphan. I don’t have a surname; I was never given one.

I’m not literally going to hit you, Strawberry!

Fortunately, I have strong willpower.

Strawberry, I’m half a breath away from backhooving you.

I’m not pregnant.

Are you mad? I only make five bits a day!

I talked to her after. She was alright.

Not sure to what you refer.

Okay.

Yeah, I’m tots pregnant. We’ve been hiding it because of reasons.

Look. Even if a bear and a pony could have a child, there’s a very high chance that I’ll never be able to.

I’m not explaining it any further than that.

It was pretty fun! I got to watch Sweetie and Rarity compete in that Sisterhood thingy. They almost won! They were so~ close!

Also, I got to talk to Granny Smith in person! She’s awesome! She is clearly best pony.

They’re artisan crafted; they don’t have a brand.

They were hoof-made by a mare named Cithara in Canterlot. She’s just about the only pony that makes neck-less lyres. If you own one, odds are she made it.

I mean, I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but a real message would be nice.

At this point, it’s just becoming spam.

Good night, best Strawberry!

Little sleepy.

Guess I’m going to bed here in a minute.

Are you serious?! I thought it was intentional!