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// 8 - Pink vs. Yellow 
// Story: Six Two Six Three 
// by lunabrony 
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	"So what's your name?"
Pinkie and the yellow alien were seated at one of the dining tables in Sugarcube Corner. Her normally endless displays of energy were remarkably on hold, as she wasn't exactly sure what to do with this alien or how to interact with it. She supposed the normal, conventional routes worked well enough, although there was quite a difference in common interests.
"625," the alien said, carefully squirting a container of mayonnaise onto a piece of wheat bread as if it were the last piece of bread on the entire planet.
"No, I mean, what's your name?"
"625," the alien said again. "I don't have a name. I just make sandwiches."
Pinkie gasped, that was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. "If you don't have a name, what did your mother call you?"
"Don't have a mother either. I was created." He didn't seem to mind too much. 
The party pony had just about had enough of these awful answers, and she shook her head in disbelief. "Well, how about you show me to make a sandwich then?" She of course knew how to make sandwiches, but it couldn't hurt to extend an offer of interest into the only thing that the little guy seemed to like doing. "Then maybe afterwards we can go to the beach!"
"I do like the beach," 625 said. Finally! A break! "It's great for picnics." Alright, maybe not.
"See, what you gotta do," he continued. "Is balance your meat with your produce. Some people like to just fling a whole bunch of meat on there, but then you miss out on the other flavors, and it completely throws off your sides."
"What about alfalfa?" Pinkie asked.
625 froze. "I've never tried alfalfa... and I've tried everything."
"Then you haven't tried everything," she said cheerfully.
"TO THE KITCHEN!" 625 yelled, dashing into SugarCube Corner and pulling Pinkie along behind him.