“Like it?” Pinkie asked. “I made it myself.”
Oh, I thought you bought it at the mall.
…huh. If Ponyville is alternate Brockton Bay, I wonder if it has a counterpart Weymouth Shopping Mall.
But I guess you shouldn’t look a gift pony in the Weymouth.
Desperately, Dash pleaded with the smiling pony
before her. “Pinkie please, I’m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn’t mean
it. Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anybody.”“Oh Dash, you didn’t do
anything. It’s just that your number came up and, well, I don’t make rules. We
can’t turn back now.”
So she does this entirely at random? I guess that’s one way to pick victims.
Also if Pinkie doesn’t make rules for this, who does?
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