Author's Note

RandomCommentor... who is Grog?

Grog.

Applejack slammed the wanted poster down on the counter. "Who. Is. Grog."

The disheveled Twilight Sparkle adjusted her glasses, then lifted AJ's hoof from the poster. "An excellent question, fellow Ponyvillian. Who is Grog?"

She spun around dramatically, running a hoof through her slick, unshowered mane. "Or should we be asking, what is Grog?"

"We ain't got time for this, Twi. This here wanted poster popped up outta nowhere, an' Ah'd much rather have this Grog feller be caught than havin' em' run free. You know anythin' bout Grog?"

"I must apologize, for I do not know!" Twilight bent over backwards, facing Applejack again as her glasses fell against her horn with a light clink. "A mysterious poster, and an even more mysterious pony, oh my! What fantastical adventure awaits in the pursuit of Grog?"

"'Dunno. Some stolen chickens, maybe. Certain death if ya wanna keep bein' dramatic."

Twilight swooned in the opposite direction. "Death! What a tragic fate to behold if it shall befall us in our encounter against Grog! Surely--"

"Says on th' poster that Grog's got a club. Armed 'n' dangerous sorta pony."

"Or perhaps Grog isn't even a pony at all!" Twilight gasped, planting both hooves in front of Applejack. "Perhaps, Grog is nothing but a construct, collectively imagined by the greater whole!"

"Yer sayin' Grog is a hallucination."

"That Grog can be a hallucination!" Twilight grinned. She ducked under the counter, popping up again moments later with a collection of suspicious bottles and flasks. "There is only one way to know for sure!"

The saloon doors were torn off their hinges with such intense force that they flew across the room, conveniently scooping up every item on the counter save for the wanted poster and obliterating them against the opposite wall.

"Time's up, Grog," Sherifflestia lowered her hat. She... attempted to blow out the smoke drifting from her horn, though that only resulted in her blowing raspberries and messing up her mane in the process.

Also her horn is now on fire.

"I'll be back, Grog," Sherifflestia shuffled off to find the nearest garden hose.

Applejack and Twilight stared at each other.

Twilight eloquently rubbed her chin. "I suppose, perhaps Grog was merely the friends we made along the way."

Applejack was later arrested that day for three counts of property damage, assault with a wooden club, and downing the saloon's entire stock in only two sips. Without paying.