1) Sure thing! I mean, gold is my eye, magic, and cutie mark color after all!

2) Neigh.

3) Dracula? Dra-cool-a? Ha! I can get King Kong!

4) I don’t know! I had to work! I miss like every social event now!

5) Luigi Death Stare. Hooves down. That is still hilarious, with accompanying music!

1) Think of a good question and ask it. If it really is a good question, I would consider that stylish.

2) Me too.

3) Was legal? You’re asking me to imagine up a world where something that’s illegal used to be legal, but is no longer? Benedict, explain why this would be a pointless exercise.

4) If you say so, sure! With any luck we’ll be at least a half a kilometer away from anypony, if you’re diggin’ what I’m layin’ down.

5) I’m so sorry, Strawberry. But no, there’s nothing wrong with you. There are a number of possibilities for why you aren’t mourning. It’s possible you haven’t fully grasped what’s taken place yet. You may not have known them well enough, or maybe it’s been so long since you’ve seen them that it feels like nothing changed.

I had a close friend when I was younger who I hadn’t seen in a long time. When I found out she was shoved out of a moving carriage by her “coltfriend” and died on the scene, I never really mourned. Mentally, I recognize that I’ll never see her again, but psychologically it doesn’t feel any different. Like it’s just been a long time since I’ve seen her, but she’s still out there somewhere. Her absence hasn’t created a gap because it’d been so long since she had any direct impact on my life.

I don’t know if any of that helps at all. Again, I’m sorry.