"AppleBloom whats the number already?" Pinkie asked as she got more impatient with her victim #196 (RoseLuck). "I need to know now."
"Sorry Ms. Pinkie." AppleBloom apologized for her drowsiness, she was so tired because she was up all night dealing with the causal gardener, as she picked up a folded paper from Pinkie's glass jar and started to read the words "Number #553 which is A-pp-le, she was studdering because of the name on the card .
"Come on we don't got all day silly filly." Pinkie slightly demanded encouraging the young to come out with it.
"Applejack." AppleBloom mumbled knowing there was no hope that the insane pink pony wouldn't hear her.
"Great I've been waiting for somepony to call that number and finally she'll get what she deserves." Pinkie slowly giggled looking for revenge on a certain cowmare, leaving a the young filly curios and sad as she asked herself 'What sister would I be assisting Ms. Pinkie on murdering Applejack.' Not without asking herself what she should be asking Pinkie 'And what does Pinkie want with my big sister, I guess I shouldn't ask Ms. Pinkie that, as she knew Ms. Pinkie could get really pissed of easily.
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3 hours later...
