So there I was in the forest, looking everywhere for love to eat. Then my eyes fell upon a cute little bug, maybe this little guy could help feed me.
"When I get old, I am going to be: Rice. Frisco style." - Ed 2004
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So there I was in the forest, looking everywhere for love to eat. Then my eyes fell upon a cute little bug, maybe this little guy could help feed me.
"Let Rolf understand this. The farm mare's alicorn friend can't change the shy one back to normal, and your baby growing fruit won't survive, unless Rolf, "A stallion's son of a shepherd" uses his knowledge on vamponies to turn her back?"
"*Sigh* eeyup"
Doomie has been trying to get out of the hive for a while now. Ever since that 'incident' with the wedding the queen has only one changeling out at a time to collect love. Now it was his turn, and he was going to collect it from the one pony that his queen doesn't want any changeling to go towards, and if that wasn't breaking the rules. He won't even disguise either. He'll just be original and surprise her by shrinking himself. This plan is full proof.