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// Letter 86.3 
// Story: Dear Princess Sunbutt 
// by 2Merr 
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Hey Tia,

Stupid took your suggestion and changed his name. He’s now officially Stu Luck Pid. We call him Stu. He says he’s a drone, which I assume is about as much of a dude as a changeling can be. I might see if he’s up for Bro Day™ some time soon, depending on what Dash says. Spike is already k with it. Twi is still mad she can’t be a Bro. 

After a lunar assload* of tests, the hospital discovered Stu has slightly less than infinity allergies. I blame you for indirectly cursing him with a nerdy name. He was way cooler and less allergic with the name I gave him. His diet is basically going to have no dairy, no cane sugar, no grains (including flour), no red 40, no fun, and no kiwis for some reason. 

Pinkie was devastated when she found out. She put together a whole “Welcome to Ponyville / Congrats on Successful Time Travel / Congrats on Eating Your First Food / Welcome Back from the Hospital” party, but Stu couldn’t eat anything she made. She promised to throw a new party with edible food when we get back from the Tower of Neckbeard. I told her to invite you and Luna to this one because Stu wants to meet you in person, but he’s too scared to ask. Again, I blame you for making him weak with a nerdy name. 

The train ride has been uneventful so far, but Stu is being entertaining in his own way. He keeps running back and forth from the food cart to show me all the things he can eat. Most of it is the same three fruits cut into different shapes, but he either can’t tell or doesn’t care. Spike is following him around in case he tries eating something fun. 

Twilight took enough sleeping pills to kill a lesser being, so she’s behaving for now. The rest of the Elements are also asleep except for Rarity, who is currently reading through a stack of smut books she brought and refuses to share. So much for Generosity. 

Anyway, we’ll let you know how the experiments go when we’re done. 

Love, Anon





* One lunar assload is the number of squeeze cheese cans Luna goes through in a month.