Pinkie Pie thought hard for a minute before stepping out of that clam into the blistering afternoon. The midday sun hung in the air like a fat, brilliant, scorching white balloon. And all eyes were on her, then, a feeling she wasn't exactly unaccustomed to. But still, she struggled to balance on her hooves while the baby dragon at the ivories plucked out the opening notes of that tune.
You, you, you got to share
You, you, you got to care
She inhaled hot, sandy air slowly. She grit dry teeth together. Thin fishnet stockings scratched at her legs. The tension was like thick spoilt ice cream.
But still I have no delusions
I know who I am
I've seen a vicious pie fight kill a man
On these very sands
Never again
I won't let my namesake take another life
Not another colt, bison, buffalo or billy goat
Dies under these western skies
Tonight
Mew mew, mew mew mew mew
Mew mew, mew mew mew mew mew
Mew mew, mew mew mew mew
Mew mew mew mew, mew mew mew mew mew

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