Rotten Tomatoes
“Ughhhh…”
“Now, Rainbow Dash…”
“Ohhhhh…”
“Ah know yer not one to put much stock in reviews.”
“Gahhhh…”
“Ah remember yer whole big tirade about how all them literary eggheads were wrong about Daring Do and the Realm of the Azure Skeletons…”
“Applejack, my stomach—”
“And ah remember when ya tore Zesty Gourmand a new one fer callin’ daisy sandwiches ‘unsophisticated’ too.”
“I really need a minute…”
“And ah ain’t sayin’ it’s wrong to have different opinions from critics—”
“Hurp!”
“—but the thing is—”
“Oh gosh, finally, there’s one! Outta my way!”
In a bright prismatic flash, Rainbow Dash zipped off to the nearest lavatory, wherein the sounds of an unpleasant bout of retching could instantly be heard.
Applejack, staring ahead, sighed and finished her sentence. “Ya just can’t use that same logic with food safety inspector grades, Dash.”