Cozy Glow frowned at the Fluttershy wall. Wait, that can’t be trigger— WHAT THE—

“Author, xD,” Cozy said, before frowned. “I meant ‘chill,’ gollum’s—“ The Pegasus gasped. “I can’t even say ‘golly’ anymore, gollum’s!” She sighed, ignoring the repetitive correction on her poor catcher— catchphrase, I meant—

Toronto enter red the kitchen, but swiveled around to leave with a new hatred over nutshells. It was a round trip to the fridge if you ask me. Wink winking, bush bush—

Cozy Glows lifted her fist to the heavens, shaking it aggressively. “CURSE YOU, AUTOMATICALLY!— AUTOMATIC!— AUTOMOTIVE!—“

She continued this eternal correction of her Grammy— grammatical sins for, well, an eternity.. or until my dictatorship— dictionary runs out of words starting with ‘auto’.

Also, A u t o c o r r e c t .

Author's Note

This chapter was brought to you by:

Piano butterfingers typing on a phone with the cursed autocorrect enabled.

Also, that’s a lotta hyphens ya got there, buddy—