Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy Have Words

The flying zombie sharks turned into Breezies. Everybody's vocabulary dropped as they forgot how to talk like real people. They spoke in exposition.

"This is a sentence," said Fluttershy. She was amazing and adorable.

"People are going to hate this, you know," said Pinkie Pie. She was mixing batter for a fresh batch of awesomecakes. "I mean, what are we doing?"

"I'm basking in all these warm fuzzies with these Breezies," said Fluttershy. She gave one of the strangely creepy-cute creatures a drink of sunshine and cheer, served in a thimble.

Princess Twilight flew in on her space ship and landed. She chomped on a gay burger, because those were a thing and the writer is not just ignoring a typo. Delicious, spicy freedom rainbow juice ran from her lips as she masticated.

"Don't I have things to do?" she said. “I am, after all, now an alicorn princess.”

"Probably, but here you are!" said Fluttercute. "I absolutely, adverbly love you, my friends."

"Aw! We love you, too!" said Mayor Mare, coming back from the dead. The horrible events of the last two chapters were retconned and everything was wonderful and candy.

"I'm in this, too!" said Applejack.

"Myself, as well, daaaarling!" said Rarity.

Everybody was there! It was awesome!

"How's it going, guys?" lisped Stephen Magnet.

"Awesome!” said Rainbow Dash. “I'm making out with Ditzy Doo.” She mashed her face against the gray pegasus, and it was kind of weird, but they were digging it, which was, of course, what mattered in the end. "Hey, don't you have to be in water?"

"I am!" said Stephen Magnet.

He was. In fact, he was in an aquarium. A large one, of course; it had to be. It traveled around on a crawler-transporter, the one that Princess Twilight used to move her spaceship around when it was not in use. The tank itself was populated exclusively by mantis shrimps, which, now-and-then, would trundle over for a quick punch. Stephen Magnet was too big to notice, though, so it was okay. Everything was okay and bubbles.

“Voonaskünasång,” said Sea Breeze. It was a strange accent. Imagine Wilford Brimley as an effeminate Welsh man trying to speak Dutch via Ewok.

“Do what, now?” said Applejack.

“Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch!” snarled Sea Breeze.

“Oh! Okay,” said Applejack. She looked at