Greg woke up feeling quite chipper which was off for him since he usually felt like death in the mornings but he just dismissed it as eating more veggies than usual. This reminded him of something, there was no meat in this world. None, nadda, zilch zero, and it was kinda bringing him down. He loved meat, all kinds of it, chicken, turkey, ham, he'd even tried some deer meat and it was amazing, hell he'd even tried some turducken and it tasted like it was a god among meat foods. There was one kind of meat he would miss the most, bacon. Oh yes bacon, the sweet, amazing, crunchy, soft, mouth watering food of ecstacy that was bacon. Reflecting on it, it seemed that every stereotypical man had a love affair for bacon. He had no shame in indulging in this stereotype though, its bacon, what's not there to love. Sure its seared pig flesh but it still tasted amazing, huh never thought of it that way had you, in a world where veggies and sweets was law, the very idea of bacon would land him in some deep trouble, even explaining what a turducken is would get him banished in his mind. In hindsight he left a lot of gruesome parts out of his explanation to Twilight, at the time it was for the best at the time though. They had just met and giving the circumstances of him being a creature they had never seen before, telling them that he and billions of others like him enjoyed feasting on the flesh of creatures. War would be a tough one to explain as well, the reasons for war are stupid to him and probably to them as well. Greg sees like war like two grown men who were having a squabble over something and resorted to using weapons to solve their differences instead of slap fighting. Greg pondered this some more and came to a conclusion, he had to tell them. They didn't know the full extent of who or what he was and it was killing him inside. There he is in a new world inhabited by creatures he only heard about and they have never seen anything like him and they just help him like it was nothing. He felt like he was lying to them and he couldn't bear it any more. Even stuff like cannibalism and child prostitution, He would feel like a jerk but he would he would feel a lot better. In the great words of Kurt Cobain, " Id rather be hated for what I am, than loved for what im not". He lived by those words and he intended to keep it that way. With wasting about and hour muddling this over in his head, he got up and went downstairs.
As he tromped down the stairs, he saw Twilight and Spike there as always but now they seemed more innocent than usual.
" Hey Twilight"
" Oh hey Greg, I was wondering when you were going to come down"
" Sorry I was just thinking".
" About what?"
" That's what I wanted to talk to you about, do you think youll be able to round up your friends today?"
" Ya sure Greg, what for?"
" In due time Twilight"
With a shrug she told Spike they were leaving and as they left the room Greg was feeling worse than ever but he was still taking to it.
About 15 minutes later he heard the clopping of hooves out side and the door swinging open to reveal 6 happy ponies and a bored looking Spike. He was going to feel bad at first for what he was about to say but they were full grown mares, Spike however, was not and Greg couldn't bear to ruin his innocence.
" So Greg, why'd you all want us to meet here" asked Twilight. " Well my dear ponies" Greg responded" Do you all consider me your friend?" After a round of nods and various yes's Greg sighed and continued " Well my friends it pains me to say all what im about to say but I feel like I should say it all before im ripped apart inside and I cant take it any more, so sit down get comfy and get prepared to hear some things that might make you ate me, so get ready". And then he began.