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// Pinkie Pie 
// Story: Know your Mare 
// by overlord-flinx 
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Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare…

The pink party mare shook in anticipation, failing to hold in her eager.

Pinkamena Diane Pie…

“Hah! It’s been forever since I’ve been called that.”

…has a party problem…

“Yeah, I do. But now I’m only having one party a day. All in moderation.”

Pinkamena Diane Pie…

“You can just call me Pinkie Pie if you want. It’s soooo much easier.”

…bakes other mares into cupcakes…

“Noooo, I wouldn’t say that. I just use their hair for an ingredient! I know it’s so weird, but it actually holds the taste and you can hardly feel it if you don’t know.”

Pinkamena Diane Pie…

“Okie Dokie Loki, call me what you want.”

…uses her party cannon for war…

“You’re darn right I do! War on boredom! And so far –HAH HAH- it’s become a war of attrition… They’ll give up sooner or later.”

Pinkamena Diane Pie…

…is a foalnapper….

“Yup. I steal Pumpkin and Pound away from their parents so we can have extreme baby fun! Like sky diving from Cloudsdale.”

Alright, stop it…

“Stop what?”

Stop agreeing with me…

…You’re supposed to be getting angry…

“But you’ve been right all this time.”

I’m making this—

Look…

…just disagree with me from here on…

“Alrighty-tighty.”

Pinkamena Diane Pie…

…Hates fun…

“Yeah, I hate fun… I much prefer a ton of fun.”

I’m out of here…

Pinkie Pie remained seated as she heard the echoing of steps followed by a loud slamming door. “…That’s all foalks!” Pinkie chirped into the darkness.