//------------------------------// // Pre-round: Applejack // Story: Know your Mare // by overlord-flinx //------------------------------// Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare... Once more, the familiar police box stood near the center of the stage; this time having a blonde filly with little white freckles on her face beside it. Applejack... ...has legs made out of noodles... "Noodle legs? I ain't got no noodle legs... D-Do I?" Applejack... ...Has a messy mane... "Big Mac says my mane looks perdy! Big Mac'd never lie ta' me." Applejack... ...is doomed to lose favor with her brother... "Lose wha'? Favor? Ya' mean like 'portance? Ain't gonna happen. I'm Big Mac's favorite filly." What if another younger filly comes along...? "I'm the youngest; ain't gonna be any filly in our kin that'll be younger then me." Uh-huh... ...We'll see... "Hold on a sec. What's that s'pposed ta' mean?" Applejack... ...is only important to her family until a younger model comes along... "That' ain't true! Ma' kin love me. No way are they gonna love anyone more than me." Uh-huh... Applejack... ...Is overly clingy... "I ain't clingy... Whatever that means." Now you know... Applejack... "Who knows? What's this thing 'bout? I don't get it!" the young Applejack turned towards the police box, still rather confused. ...Wait... ...Before you go... ...I want to give you something... "What is--?" before she could say anymore, a piece of paper drifted down to the ground before her. Just a little piece of advice... Applejack bent down to read it, scanning her eyes over it slowly. After a few moments, the filly took a sharp gulp and looked up terrified. "Th-that true?" Of course it is... ...Every time you tell a lie... ...Somepony dies... Unable to speak out of fear, Applejack scurried away into the police box. ...Too easy... "Alright... I've heard everything there is to do with wubs, I've bought your entire stock of these strange shutter glasses, but please... I now -nor ever- want to watch the complete works of Batmare!"