I’d rather my entire life not end up being chick flick.

Love is important, sure, but I hope one day I can do something truly helpful and meaningful.

It’s been in the shower, it’s been diluted and probably started going bad. That would taste nasty.

Took me a minute of going through my history to find the site.

http://www.warningsigngenerator.com/

Smells like applesause. Has the consistency of applesause.

Sorry, no.

Now, if you wanted to work on commission in a recording booth, there are some channels I can go through. But it’s boring work, you’re better off elsewhere, if you can manage.

No.

I imagine it would, I use mint-scented shampoo. Maybe a little bit like apples too, since Applejack sent me that applesauce to try in my hair.

I don’t really want to talk about that, if I can avoid it.

I made a foolish mistake when I was a filly, let’s leave it at that.

Sorry it took so long to get to this. So much activity tonight.

You’re welcome, I think.

Celles alive! That’s impossible to answer!

Music is so emotional and moving. And being receptive to it depends not only on personal preference, but on the individual’s mood. Sometimes you want something heavy, sometimes soft. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

It is a good question though, and I wouldn’t want to leave you in the lurch. But I’ve probably answered this differently everytime I’ve ever been asked.

This time, I’ll say Outside by Tribe. Which I can play on the lyre, both lead guitar and bass.

It’s not a tremendous deal either way. Consider the matter forgotten.

I apologize for my lack of manners last night, your highness, and humbly request your forgiveness.

I’m a little curious about my parents myself, sometimes.

I’m an orphan. I have no idea who my parents were or if they’re even still alive. Princess Celestia had me taken care of and properly educated as a filly, I was even employed by the government for a brief spell as an ambianic musician, to promote tranquility and mental wellbeing.

I try not to dwell too heavily on what might have been. If I had real parents I wouldn’t have become who I am. As is, I owe my life to your sister, Princess Celestia.

…

Good night?

It’s apparent you’re trying to hurt my feelings.

I don’t know what I did to you, but I would ask that you watch your language. I’m trying to maintain a family friendly page.

Not a big deal, honestly. It wouldn’t change who I am.

But I don’t think that’s what happened. Sounds too science-fiction for a fantasy universe.