Dear Twilight Sparkle:
I'm so very glad that you learned the importance of sharing your slave labor. It is such a beautiful thing to help others when you are oppressing the lower races.
But enough about your lessons in friendship. Please tell me more about the Dragon Code (or, as I prefer to call it, the Legendary Fax Machine User Manual). I need to figure out if it can tell me how to fix the faulty ones that forget they can breathe fire when confronted by a monster made entirely of flammable materials.
Then again, I guess a broken Fax Machine plus an inbred Dirtville pony are a recipe for hilarious disaster. I mean, they've clearly proven that two heads are not actually better than one, especially if both heads belong to beings on the lower end of the hierarchy. I kind of wish Applejack had put up with it longer, though, if only to watch the whole farm get burned to smithereens.
Still, I must admit I was highly amused by the fact that you didn't simply threaten to sic a bunch of fairies onto the dumb dragon. Or at least told him that, as a native of Ponyville, the Law of the Pony overrides the Law of the Xerox. Nope, just put together a bunch of shitty special effects and hope he doesn't notice all the glaring plot holes, almost like...
You wouldn't happen to be working with M. Neigh Shyamalan, would you?
Well, I guess you didn't really underestimate Fax Machine's intelligence, though. I mean, if he noticed the lack of bad breath but ignored everything else, then you probably could get away with the bad puppets. Of course, that doesn't mean you could get away from the timberwolves when they attacked. Luckily for Applejack, Fax Machine still has pretty good aim even if he can't even remember he can breathe fire. Seriously, how did he manage to get that little rock lodged in the monster's throat?
In the end, I suppose that all's well that ends well. You got your slave back, Applejack got rid of him, and everyone is happy. Except for the timberwolves who are currently providing warmth for the apple family living room, but they don't count.
Your former teacher who is always amused by the suffering of lesser beings, Princess Celestia.
P.S.: So you choke every time you try to blow a stallion? Wow, no wonder you can never get yourself laid.
Dear Rarity:
Stop breaking the fourth wall! That's MY job!
Your favorite pink drug addict, Pinkie Pie.
P.S.: Can I wear the mustache?