Generally speaking.

That’s Rock, Jazz, Classical, Metal, and Ska.

Pop is okay now and again, too.

Sure, sure. But it’s easy to throw around flattery. Where’s the proof to back it up?

askprincesscelestia:

I actually found the joke on the Internet!

Is it any wonder why she’s in charge?

After that last question, I figured this would be fitting.

Oh dear, sweet, Celestia. NOT AGAIN!

Oy vey, brony. There’s some things you just don’t leave to magic.

Not a fan, no.

And they’re kind of dirty, so not unless I had to for some reason.

Well, glad that little story arc resolved itself. I was on the edge of my seat.

Tootsie is Bon-bon’s nephew. Tootsie’s parents work all day so she stays with us. She leaves on the weekends to go hang with her real parents.

Bon-bon and I don’t have a daughter. How would that even work with two mares?

Yeah, but only because her parents couldn’t be there. Can you blame me for not paying attention? I mean, Tootsie’s a nice filly, but it’s not like she’s related to me or anything.

Oh, you mean Big McIntosh. Big Mac sounds like a wheat burger or something you’d order at a restaurant.

Still not ringing a bell, brony.

Say, what’s that over there?

Hey Cheerilee!

Ah celles… Do ponies really do that?

I’ll remind her and let Bon-bon know she needs to keep track of it.

Fine, I guess. I’m not supposed to bother her while she’s cooking.

Who’s Big Mac?

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Meta Powers…

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Is this a reference to that Newgrounds game about Applebloom?

Well, I am a unicorn.

There’s this one really choice spell I had to learn when I first performed in Cloudsdale that would let me walk on clouds.

Come to think of it, that’s probably how Twilight and those earth ponies were there too. Still not sure what was up with that Rarity and her butterfly wings.

Anyway, Ms. Hooves gave me a lift to the competition. I still can’t fly.