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[carouselboutique]

Dear Foreign Ponies,
First and foremost I would like to personally thank all of you for allowing me to make your gala outfits for this year's grand galloping gala. I had a lot of fun making each and every outfit and I felt proud to be able to accomplish such a grueling yet absolutely rewarding task.

Each outfit was tailored to your specific wants and needs. I made sure to keep them as close to the request as possible and I made sure to get every little detail perfect!

In return, I do hope that you ponies don't become strangers to my boutique. I'm not going to lie, I had fun creating clothes for you and I may have spotted possible model candidates for my up coming summer line.

So again, thank you dear ponies.

Bisous

Rarity.



Dear Zetta,
I would probably deny this if you were to shout it out to the general public. But I had fun during the gala. I do hope we could hang out again sometime.

Rarity

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[carouselboutique]

Well I have a friend coming over in a bit but you're free to come in later this evening if you want.

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

I'll be there with bells on.

Not literally.

[And indeed, later in the evening, a knock on the door heralds the Overlord's bell-less entry, though he does have a cheerful smile.]

[carouselboutique]

Oh Zetta dear, you're here!

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Wild horses couldn't keep me a--

[Zetta stopped both his speech and his saunter as the casual analogy actually reached his brain.]

Well, THAT doesn't work any more, does it.

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[carouselboutique]

Ahh well at least you still look as dashing as ever.

[She trots over to him to give him a kiss on the cheek]

Now I need to ask you something rather important darling...

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[carouselboutique]

WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO HURT MY DARLING FRIEND FLUTTERSHY!?

[cue the flying sewing needles]

[badassfreakingoverlord]

[She set him up perfectly -- he's so busy basking in her attention that it takes almost a minute before the change of tone seeps into his mind and he cracks an eye to see this ominous sight.]

Wait -- what? Who did I hurt?

[carouselboutique]

FLUTTERSHY! I JUST SAID HER NAME!!

[And thus the needles fly towards him. Creating a rather close needle outline of him on the wall, with him right in the middle of it.]

What gave you the right to hurt her? What were you trying to prove by picking on an innocent pony like her!?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

That doesn't mean I know which one she is!

[He glances around him at the needles, awkwardly. How did things get to this?!]

Maybe narrow it down a bit?!

[carouselboutique]

The one you pushed into the pond!

[badassfreakingoverlord]

I DIDN'T HURT HER! I just pushed her into a pond! I'm fairly certainly that was the least-injurious pond-pushing I've ever done!

[carouselboutique]

Well you don't just push ponies into ponds, Zetta, and you don't just pick on ponies and expect to get away with it. Especially when you choose to pick on one of my best. friends.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Hold up. It wasn't personal or anything! She just happened to be convenient when I had to demonstrate the depths of my evil!

[Zetta may not be helping his own argument here...]

[carouselboutique]

Ooh depths of your evil huh? You're just as bad as Blueblood!

And I can't believe I actually trusted you!

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Whoa.

[His entire demeanor abruptly shifts to something far more serious.]

Back up. You can't possibly make that comparison with a straight face. I might be evil, but I'll stand up for my damn self, not hide behind the skirts of the girl I'm with. I'm not a coward.

[carouselboutique]

Not a coward, but you're weak.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

...Weak?

I'm the strongest freaking Overlord in the cosmos! How am I weak?!

[carouselboutique]

Proving your power by harming the most timid of ponies in all of ponyville...probably in all of Equestria. If you wanted to prove your worth, there are ursa minors and hydras in the everfree just begging for a fight. Even the dragons ask for better challenges!

Defeat those and maybe THEN I'd be impressed. But until you do, you're nothing but a weak pony hiding behind a flaming mane.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

I didn't harm her. I pushed her into a pond. If I'd hurt her, yes, that would have been weak for exactly the reason you've given. But I wasn't proving I was powerful. I was proving I was evil. Actually hurting her would have just been pathetic.

[carouselboutique]

Well you definitely got your message across, Zetta.

[The needles immediately drop to the floor]

I can't be friends with you.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

You're looking at this the entirely wrong way!

Look, let me use a different example. You take pride in your beauty and your fashion, right? So if some other pony said you were ugly and had no style, you'd disprove them by making some amazing outfit, dressing up in it, and stunning everyone by looking great, right?

[carouselboutique]

Nothing you say can change my mind now! I don't think I could ever trust you again so just leave.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

You're just afraid I'd have a good point if you listened!

[carouselboutique]

Evil ponies aren't my type.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

You ponies don't understand evil! Apparently all you deal with is endless night and chaos spirits and some guy who was really big on crystals!

Well, fine! [Zetta stamps a hoof, hard enough to shake the ground.] If you can't be a good sport about this, fine! Sorry to have bothered you with my freaking courteous attentions and sincere compliments! I'll leave you to the charming attentions of that prince and his like, since apparently cowardice and pond scum are more your style!

[On that note, Zetta turns for the door, the mana power around his feet in a frenzy of whirling activity.]