One hundred and thirty five words. That's how many Raritian words I have until I get to an Applejackin' five thousand words. I mean, seriously, one hundred and thirty five Twilight words?? That's like, a Sparklin' third-grade essay on Fluttershyin' tuna fish! I mean Jeez Luneez! What is that?? So, the whole Rainbow Dashin' nonsense bangin' Celestia-forsaken Cloud Kicker flank saw what was coming without rhyme or Discordant reason? That's just Opalescently unfeasible!
That was seventy-seven words. Now up to eighty-four.
So I was Braeburned out the other week, just Derpin' into trees like a sausage left in Winona's feet. The game was astoundingly similar to a poison joke plant named Philomena whi cleverly disguised herself as a ranbunctious, intelligent, scheming, useless, eternal, burn-death-reviving phoenix. That is just crazy. Totally, utterly,
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