The events of this story take place between "Trixie" and "Gilda"... They're not all going to be exact.
Know your...
...Huh...
"What?" The mare with an orange mane looked around the poorly lit stage confused.
Nothing...
But...
...Who're you...?
"Golden Harvest... Carrot Top to my friends."
Right...
...
...
"...Are you going to say anything?"
I can't...
"Why?"
I don't even know who you are...
"I thought you told lies? Why should knowing me matter?"
I tell lies that ruffle someone because it's contrary to who they are...
...I can't lie about you because I don't even know you...
"...Should I leave...?"
Fffff...
I guess so...
The mare simply walked off the stage with no more words between the two of them.
...Well this is awkward...
...Hope this never happens again...
...
...Who am I talking to...?
...Lonely...
...I'm mister lonely...
...I have nobody...
...For my own...
...I'm so lonely...
...
...
I'm so lonely I'm saying lyrics to a song...!