Button Mash’s eye twitched. “I don’t...” he muttered, his voice cracking more than usual. “What?”
“And that’s why Sweetie Belle won’t go on a date with you,” Scootaloo proclaimed, proudly holding her crummy little story between her hooves.
Button Mash stared listlessly. “Because... because I might destroy the world?”
“Nah, she just really don’t like you.” Scootaloo shrugged. “Also, what kind of special talent is pressing buttons, anyhow? That’s really lame.”
"But I don't..." He scrunched his nose and jabbed her on the breast. “You don’t even have a cutie mark!”
“My special talent is still better than yours, BM,” Scootaloo said, donning a pair of sunglasses. She then threw her story into the air and moonwalked away.