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// Back to the wedding. 
// Story: Know your Mare 
// by overlord-flinx 
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I don't like you... In fact, the two of you make me want to do a list of crimes so I can wipe you off the face of this planet... But, as it turns out, you're the only ponies left that will HELP us. So, we'll leave you to this... Ready, Pip?

Ready my sistah' from another mistah'...

Don't you worry. We'll take really good care of the stage while you're gone.

I doubt that. But I also have no time to find anyone better... Let's go Pip.

Bye! Have fun!

...Stop being a carpet...

A carpet?

Yeah. Letting anyone walk all over you? You're such a carpet...

If I'm a carpet, you're a pickle...

Why?

Because you're sour and always mean.

Pickles don't have the power to be 'mean'. Besides, if I'm a pickle, that means I'm strong and reliable.

...Not where it counts...

What was that?

Nothing...