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// Know Your Girl: Sugarcoat 
// Story: Know your Mare 
// by overlord-flinx 
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Know your girl, know your girl, know your girl...

Even as the voices echoed through the near empty space of the stage, the girl sitting at the center of it sat without any look of attention to it.

Sugarcoat...

...gets hair-styling tips from four year olds...

"...Hm..."

Sugarcoat...

...eats dictionaries every night in hopes of gaining their power...

"...Hm..."

Sugarcoat...

...sits at the back of the bus because she's as hated as Twilight Sparkle...

"...Hm..."

Sugarcoat...

...sticks pickles up her nose and dances the squirrelcarena while whistling 'We Are the World' and wearing a Mexican poncho every Tuesday at lunch...

"...Hm..."

Is she ignoring me?

Calm down.

Yes. You're going off script.

No I will not calm down! She's supposed to be a smart mouth with hard quips and she's just ruining it!

Rainbow Dash probably told her what we did to her and she's just playing us.

Unless...

Unless?

What if she's psychoanalyzing us!?

The fiend!

You'll never analyze us, you nihilist pig with stupid hair!

As the studio filled with loud and scrambling clatter proceeded by a door opening and slamming shut, Sugarcoat quietly started looking around. After a moment she took a pair of earplugs out of her ears and stood up from her seat. "It takes only a dimwit to expect someone to enter the unknown unprepared... Now to find a dictionary..."