The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

You decide to choose the healthier (more for your coin purse) decision. Lyra makes a face at you as if your were about to eat molten manure.

The dish takes virtually no time to prepare. You pay, and you trot back to Colgate.

You’re enjoying your salad with Colgate and Lyra as you discuss your game plan for when you all Arrive in Canterlot.

“I think we should do it systematically.” You suggest, typically.

“Why don’t we just bum at the castle?” Lyra suggests. “The foreign foals got to do it when we took ‘em. Besides, don’t you have connections with the princess, Twilight?”

Lyra makes a good point, but the idea is surprisingly impractical due to the fact that you don’t want to take up a room that poor little foals could be using.

“Why can’t we just cross that bridge when we get there?” Colgate suggests.

You shrug your shoulders. You really hate being unprepared for anything, but you wouldn’t want to bring that up since you didn’t even think of booking a hotel.

Suddenly, a buzzing passes by your ear. It’s a humble bumble bee. You have a bad history with bees, so for some reason the little guy ends it’s own life just to sting you.

You scoff at the foolish insect until you notice a small deviation in the surprisingly living bee’s stinger.

It’s covered in blue polka dots. Poison Joke.

You conclude that the bee flew from the Everfree forest. Just to sting you.

You watch as the bee begins to play around in your salad as you wonder what the effects the Poison Joke had on the bee.

Then it hits you.

Bees usually die after they sting somepony.

Does that mean…

DEATH BY BEE STING

NOT THE BEES! NO!!