You may only purchase two cats per day.

Some time later, because god-narrator stopped keeping track-

Stop calling me "god-narrator".

Some time later, because the guy in the italics stopped kee-

That's worse.

Some time later, a second pony, not too far away awakens, yawning.

"Ugh... shouldn't have eaten that before be-" she says interrupting herself out of confusion by her surroundings. "... Note to self: Never eat at that restaurant again."

Hi there.

The bewildered alicorn immediately turned to the source of the voice, even though there isn't actually a source.

Ok, I guess we've established that not everypony I brought here is so scared of me that they immediately hide. That's good. Do you have a name?

The pony, completely lost in terms of what's happening right now, manages a slew of nothing more than gibberish as a response.

Well then, I guess I'll ask your name later. Anyway, since the other universe I was getting ponies from decided to shut itself off from me, I had to pull you out of a completely separate universe. Still pony-based, but you're not going to know either of the other two ponies at all. Consider yourself lucky I managed a livable planet this time, by the way. You're one of the first three ponies to survive, and that's saying a lot, considering at least 500 died before you were here due to... technical difficulties, let's say.

The alicorn, somewhat disturbed by this speech, immediately begins fashioning some rudimentary tools from her surroundings.

What are you making?

"Earplugs, so I don't have to listen to you ranting on about your god complex. Just tell me the way home before I put them in." She holds up the finished product, which is admittedly far too large for any pony to have in their ear for any length of time.

Well, thing is, you're from a different universe. There is no "way home" for you, because as far as anyone in this universe should really be concerned, everywhere on the planet is home.

"Prove to me you're a god and I'll believe you."

Moments later, a tree exploded nearby.

"Welcome aboard, you're my new demolitions expert."

Demolitions expert?

"Weren't you applying to become a part of my heist crew?"

Wait, you were a criminal?

"I still am," she said, with a smirk on her face.

Not in this universe, unless you've killed the third pony.

"Good luck finding their corpse, I'm undetectable."

I'm looking at you right now. And on top of that, you were asleep from the time you got here, until we started this conversation.

"Or so you thought."

You're not really a criminal, are you?

The alicorn hesitates for a second, before pouting. "Fine, I admit it... I just wanted to sound tough..."

Well, I'd build a shelter if I were you. Either that or you can find the easily scared pony and mooch off of her if you want.

"Which way?"

The god-narrator flings the presumably nameless pony in the direction of Fluttershy, as she screams every obscenity ever written.

Okay, now to find the third pony.
Oh, and stop calling me that.