Bon-Bon: Wake up. Time to take your medicine.

Lyra: U~gh…

Bon-Bon: Here. Sit up.

Lyra: … Ugh… I hate the world.

Bon-Bon: I’m getting too old for this, L-

Lyra: [Coughing] Ack!

Bon-Bon: Oh lord-

Lyra: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Puh! Uh… Sing me a song.

Bon-Bon: Lyra, act your age.

Lyra: It’ll make me feel better.

Bon-Bon: Who’s a silly pony-?

Lyra: No!

Bon-Bon: Shoo-be-do!

Lyra: Ugh!

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~, my little po-ny~!

Lyra: What is friendship all about?

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~, my little po-ny~!

Lyra: Friendship is magic.

Bon-Bon: My little pony~!

Lyra: I used to wonder what friendship could be.

Bon-Bon: My little pony~!

Lyra: Until you all shared it’s magic with me.

Bon-Bon: Big adventu~re, tons of fun!

Lyra: A beautiful heart; faithful and strong.

Bon-Bon: Sharing, kindness; it’s an easy fea~t!

Lyra: And magic makes it all complete.

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~. My little po-ny~.

Lyra: No sign of trouble in siiiiight.

Bon-Bon: My little po-ny~, my little po-ny~.

Lyra: May all your days be bri~ght!

Bon-Bon: … Satisfied?

Lyra: My throat hurts.

Bon-Bon: Well, you probably shouldn’t have sang with me.

Lyra: Thanks, Bon-Bon.

Bon-Bon: Go back to sleep, Lyra.

1) Thanks for the gift! I always wanted to try Bastion!

2) Thanks! Unfortunately I can’t relax much. Even if I’m too sick to go now, I have to operate under the assumption I’ll be better by Friday, which means I gotta get ready!

3) I’d appreciate some sort of warning before hoof. For example, I would have declined the invite from York and Grey, but I recognized their Steam names as being theirs.

I don’t log on to it much right now, but feel free to yell at me if you see me on!

And I’ll be trying to catch up on all the backed up messages starting tomorrow. I might be finally getting better!

Sorry. Didn’t mean for things to get dire for you. I mulled it over and I’ll let everypony know my steam name.

I’m Roboplus on Steam (Like Robot where the t is a + wrote out, get it?)

As for coming over, to be frank my stomach is upset and I’m spending a little more time in the bathroom than I’d like. Not comfortable having company right now. Bon-Bon, Sweetie, and Tootsie will be back tomorrow evening. I’m sure they’d be delighted to welcome you over then!

I appreciate the help, but I don’t know how else to tell you folks this.

I wasn’t sick and then got pink eye. I was sick and got pink eye. I’m still sick. I’ve been all but trapped in my bed for the last week and a half. My symptoms keep changing and I don’t even know what I’ve got anymore. If this is just a cold, it’s the worst, longest, multi-staged cold in the history of ever. It’s definitely not any kind of upper repository infection I’ve ever had. I keep having to stop this very recording just to cough.

What I’m saying is anypony, or bear, that I hadn’t already got a present for is going to have to wait until I’m better. At this point I’m facing the possibility of not even being able to go with Krastos on the trip we had planned around New Years.

1) Plenty, I imagine. But they’d inevitably dig too deep and wind up in royal hot water.

2) West end of what?

3) Yes, I’ve heard the song before. Luna forbid I not be intricately aware of the lyrics of every song ever produced on command.

4) Seriously, even if it’s just the episode it came from, that one scene from the original Dragon Ball where Oolong yells at Goku for asking him if he likes bacon. I’ve wanted to use that scene like a hundred times at this point.

5) Whatever. I hold no responsibility for your actions.

6) All conflicts are just comprised of two sides fighting each other. History is determined by the victor. Don’t believe me? What do you think your world’s various settlers did to the natives of the American continent? How do you think history would have viewed their genocide if the natives won?

7) I’m not your onee-sama, buddy.