Lyra: What type of horrible conditions are we talkin’ about here? Horrible working conditions? Horrible sanitation conditions? Or are we goin’ full on soylent greens is ponies?

Bon-Bon: Not gonna lie; done that before. Well, I mean not cookies, but with candy. Don’t really do it anymore. There was a mix-up once. Was supposed to be for a bachelorette party but wound up being some minors for a sleepover. Was sort of lucky to have not been sued by the parents.

Lyra: “And I bet you thought you could get away with putting Scootaloo in the hospital didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?! But I was wise to your games, Monsieur French Fry; if that even is your real name.”

Bon-Bon: Wow, that was a horrible Sweetie Belle.

Lyra: Shut up.

Bon-Bon: Considering her intake, I’m pretty sure Pinkie’s teeth are as indestructible as her stomach.

Lyra: I want to say Krastos told me he was a cheerleader in high school, but I can’t remember if that was him or not.

Bon-Bon: And I don’t know who that Beyonce is.

Lyra: I promise you you’ve at least heard Single Ladies before. And it’s Beyoncé.

Bon-Bon: Well excuse mé.