Sweetie Belle took another deep breath. She looked over at Diamond Tiara and Silverspoon, who were talking on the grass.
"Good luck, Sweetie Belle. Sorry I forced you into doing this." Scootaloo apologized.
"It's okay, Scoots. I'd do anything for a friend."
"Kill 'em, Sweets. But not literally! I don't want to go through another murder case again."
"WHAT?!"
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Sheesh!"
It's now or never.
Sweetie Belle slowly trotted over to the 2 earth ponies.
"H-hey Diamond Tiara! Hey S-silverspoon!" Sweetie Belle said nervously.
"Hey, Sweetie B! What were you doing with those blank-flanks?"
Sweetie Belle sighed.
"Telling them how much of a jerk you are."
Diamond Tiara gawked. Silverspoon's eyes were as wide as saucers. It was quite a site.
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"What?"
"Are you a broken record or something?! No, wait. You're not a broken record. You're a bad pony."
"Fine by me if you wanna hang with a bunch of LOSERS!"
"Were you born on the highway, because that's where most accidents happen!"
"B-but-you-I-"
"That's what I thought. Next time you call MY friends blank-flanked dweebs, you won't be able to insult anypony because you'll be to busy getting healed in the HOSPITAL. Courtesy of ME. Now, I think my work is done here."
Sweetie Belle trotted to her friends.
Keep it cool, Sweetie Belle. Keep it cool.
She kept a nonchalant and straight face on the outside.
But on the inside, she couldn't have been more elated that she got her true friends back.