''Ahh don't get it. How do you exist?'' Apple Bloom asked the garish pegacorn above her. ''Y'all 're like the princesses, 'xcept uglier.''
''I don't exist sweetie,'' he replied. ''I'm a figment of somepony's imagination. Then again, so are you.''
''Okay. Next question: why are you glued to the ceiling?''
Donut Steel blushed. This was not his proudest moment. ''Some ponies aren't real fond of my type,'' he explained.
''That's not nice. Ah think we should be accepting of all ponies,'' Apple Bloom said.
''You and me both kid. You and me both.''