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itsjustcambot2012-02-13 02:04 am
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Nine Cupcakes: I HATE CUPCAKES
[Cammy's already screeching in alarm when he turns the feed on, hovering near the ground outside a room with a slightly-cracked door. He stays there for a few seconds, then cautiously peeeeeeeers around the corner again, nudging the door open a little further.]
I SAID GO AWAY!
[There's the briefest flash of Pinkie sitting on her bed before Cammy has to duck a thrown pillow. But he's always been an intrepid little Cambot and he darts forward quickly, long enough to note the unnatural greyness of his friend's coat. He doesn't dodge her next throw, and the alarm clock leaves a small spiderweb of cracks across the corner of his screen. Pinkie can be heard muttering to herself as he quickly turns tail and flees.]
I hate Cambots...
I SAID GO AWAY!
[There's the briefest flash of Pinkie sitting on her bed before Cammy has to duck a thrown pillow. But he's always been an intrepid little Cambot and he darts forward quickly, long enough to note the unnatural greyness of his friend's coat. He doesn't dodge her next throw, and the alarm clock leaves a small spiderweb of cracks across the corner of his screen. Pinkie can be heard muttering to herself as he quickly turns tail and flees.]
I hate Cambots...
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[He thought he'd heard yelling in this direction, and that glimpse he got of her from Cambot didn't look so good. He gallops toward her room and screeches to a halt in the doorway.]
Pinkie, are you alright?
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I-I...just wanted to see if you were okay!
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[She hops off the bed and stalks forward to stare him down.] Well, you'd better go somewhere else, 'cause Pinkie isn't playing!
we know they're ponies, I have to use this icon D:
D-dudette...
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And here! [She storms over to her dresser and opens a drawer, flinging its contents at him.] Take your stupid Pop Rocks! I HATE Pop Rocks!
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So?
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[And then he just leaves.]
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[It doesn't really make her feel any better, though, and she goes back to sulking on her bed.]
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[Great Celestia, did Pinkie Pie just learn sarcasm]
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Pinkie, this isn't you. Snap out of it.
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I'm just fine!
[A few seconds later, a dull pinkish head pops out from under Riku's dresser. She reaches out, grabs the bottle of aspirin she left here when she and Rarity were treating him, and slowly retreats back under the dresser, glaring unflinchingly at him the entire time. Don't bother looking under there, either.]
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Pinkie?
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What?
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[He's dealt with grumps like Roy and Superboy, he is fairly certain he can handle you]
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Alright, who tipped you off?