Fluttershy the Racist Stole my Heart

Alright, before I go on with my story I have a very important message for Gaz.

Look, bro, I know what you think you saw when you looked on me in my bedroom at the time but I was totally not doing what you think I was doing. I can explain why you found me with a small table and a miniature tea set with a rag dolly sitting at the table.

Alright, so I was thinking of taking my mom out to get some fried hay or something stupid like that because a cow like her doesn’t deserve much, and I thought I should probably get ready for an escape plan in case things went south and I wanted to make sure I could save as many lives as possible and prevent a possible invasion from a ghost/alien. Especially if girls were watching. So what I did was I recreated the setting in my bedroom with a bunch of bullcorn that just so happened to look like a stuffed doll and a tea set but it totally wasn’t.

I would never do that, bro, you know I’m an earnest guy. And as my amigo I think you’re contractually obligated to believe me under threat of receiving a sick belly-burn as mandated by law. So drop it already.