I wouldn’t expect it to be dangerous to you. Possibly to anypony, or anything around you.
Say, did you get the unlimited revolver from Kaysen’s dog?
I wouldn’t expect it to be dangerous to you. Possibly to anypony, or anything around you.
Say, did you get the unlimited revolver from Kaysen’s dog?
Depending upon your age, that might making visiting me a lot more difficult.
You can choose to be a filly or a colt. I just wouldn’t recommend both.
Yeah… Not really a long term solution.
Nevermind the cost.
Well, if you’re a colt, obviously you’d want darker colors than a filly.
If you can choose, that is.
It’s not her fault. And I don’t want her to believe for one second that she’s somehow doing something wrong.
If the stupid school system would let me pack her a soda or something I’m sure she’d be fine! All they could suggest was some medication. How is that supposed to be better?
Oh…
So… You’ll choose your gender when you become a pony too?
Possibly offensive question incoming.
You’re a guy, right?
I can’t think of any combinations that won’t look feminine…
How about just a brown coat with dark red hair? Similar to what you look like now.
Maybe a white highlight somewhere… I don’t know…
Well, I had some formal instruction.
Mostly I’m just playing by sheet music. It’s infinitely easier.
You sure you’re okay? ‘Cause when you said rope, I was ready to fight for my life!
I wouldn’t, no.
You’re looking for a composer. I’m just a performer.
Since it’s over, I might as well explain. I was accused of helping Sweetie Belle cheat on her homework several times, which was bull-… Not true. However, that didn’t change the fact that evidently Sweetie was struggling in the classroom, but not at home. She knows the material, but she’s having trouble staying focused in class.
I had Sweetie tested for an IEP (if you don’t know what it is, don’t worry about it), but I sat in with her that time. She freaken aced the thing… She logically pieced together answers for material her classroom hasn’t even covered yet!
The school can’t give her an IEP if they can’t recognize a problem, and I can’t reliably stay with her all day.
So now, nobody knows what the hay to do.
I just dropped off Sweetie. Mint, I’m on my way to the hospital.