Huddled in a dank alleyway, the Mane-iac craddled her fillyfriend in her arms, bucket nearby. ''Berry, you know I love you.''
''...HIC!... yeah, Maney.''
''If I didn't, I wouldn't worry about you.''
''Yeah.'' The magenta mare smiled, despite the knot in her stomach, ''I know. I really gotta...ugh... change mah ways, you know?''
''Don't change for me, Berry. Change for yourself and your daughter.''
''Yeah, yeah Imma sahbber up, 'cho know?''
The Mane-iac rolled her eyes. ''Also, my shampoo can do great things, but even it can't get this much vomit out of your mane.''