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// The Crash, Part Four 
// Story: Aperture Science Otherworldly Exploration Initiative 
// by Swordoath 
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	 "The density of iron is nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine..." The thing said. "G-G-G-goats are the only animals to comb their facial hair."
Last night it had crashed into Sweet Apple Acre's front yard. The following morning, the residents of the farm found it, dug it out of it's crater, and set it on a hay bale.
"What is it?" Apple Bloom asked her sister.
"I'm not sure what it is," replied the cowpony. "But it ain't from around here."
"Nope." agreed the stallion on her left.
"Horses are incapable of speech. However, they are capable of sign language."
"What?" huffed AppleJack.
"The Fact Sphere does not apologize to animals incapable of speech."
"Why I oughta...!" Her visage darkened with anger.
Her bother put a hoof on her shoulder and shook his head. 
"You cannot harm the Fact Sphere. The Fact Sphere is made of sodium chloride."
"This thing's weird," commented Apple Bloom. "What're we gonna do with it?"
"Nails. Nails. Nails. Nails. Nails."
"I think I'll take it over to Twilight. Whatever this thing is, it ain't talking sense. Maybe she can set it right."
"The Fact Sphere is not corr-r-r-r-rats are the second fastest known rodent in water."
"Yeah, I think it's broken." Apple Bloom agreed.
"What's all that racket out there?" Granny Smith poked her head out the window. "What's that- It's the aliens! Hide yerselves while ya' still can!" She slammed the window shut and pulled the blinds down.
"Better do that now, before Granny spreads the word about aliens." AppleJack said quickly, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.
"Eeyup."