Filthy Rich banged on his desk with the latest issue of the Pony New Network. The bouquet of freshly cut flowers trembled in the vase on the desk.
"Spider-Girl! I don't get it..." he snapped at Applejack "First the city thinks she's trash, and now she's a celebrity!"
"She's a hero, boss" Applejack replied.
"Don't give me those again, AJ!" Filthy Rich yelled "I don't trust superheroes. They're just criminals in disguise".
Applejack shook her head and smiled. There was no way to argue with Filthy Rich, especially if the reason for the argument was Spider-Girl.
"And where is Sparkle?" Filthy Rich asked brusquely.
"She just left" Applejack explained "She's going to cover the hostage's news".
"Of course!" shouted Filthy Rich "Another hostage story. But where was she when the Black Goblin came through my window? We had that crazy woman and Spider-Girl right ahead our noses. A golden opportunity and ... where was my photographer? Eating!".
At that moment, a young editor walked into Filthy Rich's office with a skirt in hand.
"What's that?" Filthy Rich inquired.
"Twilight Sparkle's skirt, sir" replied the young man "It was in the closet, along with his shirt, his bow tie, his shoes and his socks".
"Who does she think she is? Tarzan's wife?" shouted Filthy Rich "What are you doing walking around the city naked? And who put these flowers on my table?"
"Me, sir" replied his secretary, Fluttershy, from the office next door "Today is his birthday. Congratulations, by the way".
"What are you up to, Fluttershy, to get a raise? I don't want flowers, I want Twilight Sparkle!" grumbled Filthy Rich "And I don't want her skirt, I want her photos! I want to sell newspapers!"
Then, he got up from his chair, totally furious.
"I WANT SPIDER-GIRL!!!!"