Chonico

Depends, is it an actual pancake hanging from your neck?

I confess that, even though I have been a part of the Fandom for almost a year and a half... I only just learned which voice actor voices which pony.

Maybe the best skijorer earns himself a stack of pancakes?

... I remember when being a villain meant something. Take a school bus hostage. Hold the mayor hostage. Threaten people with death rays! We used to rob banks to get our funds for evil schemes fro crying out loud! Not... ugh... "work" for money selling coffee and yogurt. Can I suggest we rob a bank for good ol'time's sake? I hear the one down the street, after you turn a right after exiting the swamp, has a very elderly security guard with a hip replacement. Also, Legion members should get discounts at the yogurt and coffee shop... Just throwing that out there.

Doesn't everything have to do with pancakes?

Well, took me a while to figure out where I was when I logged back in after such a long hiatus. Very impressive area.

As Klondike walked into Carrot Cottage for lunch, he made sure to wipe his hooves before going in. No sense dragging dirt inside, especially since his coat still had some spots of ash left over from working around the burned wood. “Thank you Miss Granny Smith.” He smiled told the elderly mare holding the door open for them. Once inside, his eyes automatically moved towards the table and his hooves soon followed. His stomach let out an audible grumble as he sat down on the side of the table on one of the apple shaped pillows. The food before him looked incredibly tasty and for the first time all day, he found himself keeping a single thought planted in his head. It would be polite to wait for everypony else to sit down, but right now a primal part of him, the need for sustenance, was at the helm. “Wow Miss Granny Smith, Miss Holly, you two outdid yourselves.” He commented as he leaned forward and reached for a sandwich. *squeak* He stopped half way to the sandwiches as his right ear twitched and focused at the table, causing him to look rather intently at the table he was currently leaning over. *squeak* Somepony sat down and his right ear gave another twitch as it continued to focus on the table and tried to pinpoint the noise. “No, cushions don’t make noise like that.” He mumbled to himself as he continued to lean over the table, the sandwiches only a few inches away from him. “That sounded like wood… Perhaps the table? Or perhaps-“ Suddenly, and orange blur caused a sandwich to disappear and Klondike to snap out of his thoughts. His right ear twitched at the plate with the sandwiches in front of him. That’s right, he was hungry. He was in the middle of getting a sandwich. *squeak* Again another pony sat down and again his right ear twitched as the faint sound reached it. It pointed again directly at the table, threatening to pull his attention away again from the delicious looking sandwiches. However, his stomach had had enough and without realizing the forces behind it, Klondike did the impossible and ignored his twitching ear as he reached over and grabbed a sandwich in his mouth. He set it on his plate and liked his lips to clear some stray crumbs as he prepared to dig into it properly. He leaned in towards it, mouth open and taste buds at the ready. "Hurry up and eat everypony. We need to try and get this done by the end of the day. I think we can do it!" Klondike stopped and looked at his plate, his mouth still open. A healthy helping of spewed crumbs had landed all over it and the sandwich. “…” He closed his mouth and continued to look at his plate as an eyebrow rose in question of what had just happened. “Umm… I think we can do it, yeah…” His answer was uncharacteristically monotone as he continued to look at his plate. His mother had always told him not to waste food, but she never said anything about what to do if a pony spewed crumbs on it. Klondike finally looked away from his plate and began to look around the table. Everypony was already sitting and about to dig in. A sudden thought occurred to him as his ear twitched in the direction of the pony next to him. He turned around in the direction his right ear was twitching and was greeted by a wall of red. “Mr. Big Mac!” He said rather cheerfully as he smiled at the giant work pony. “Here you go. Help yourself to a sandwich… You and Miss Applejack share everything, right? Right…” He nudged his plate towards him with his hoof, not waiting for an answer, and immediately reached over the table and grabbed a large helping of hay and set it on a new plate. He also hoofed two biscuits and bit of fruit onto his plate. As he pulled away from his plate, he kept a nice mouthful of hay and chewed contently. *squeak* Somepony shifted their weight while they sat, and Klondike’s right ear twitched again towards the table. He stopped chewing, a few straws of hay sticking out of his mouth, and looked intently at the table in front of him. *squeak* Again his right ear twitched, but this time it was only a fleeing sight as the upper part of Klondike’s body suddenly disappeared below the table. The only thing now visible of the repair pony was his haunches and tail. “Aha! I see it now!” He suddenly proclaimed, not really being specific as to “what” exactly he was seeing. “Now I just need to nail it…” He mumbled rather audibly as his tail swished around a bit. Specifics would be nice at this point… before there is a misunderstanding. “Loose floorboard caused by warping due to humidity and time…*squeak squeak*” Klondike spoke to the object of his focus from underneath the table as he prodded it with his hoof to confirm he’d found the culprit. “I will get to you after the barn is finished.”

You can add me if you like Ookamirising I mostly play... Mass Effect 3 & Borderlands

Ooo I love Fallout But I have no idea what I would call the class I make. I usually just pick what I think would be useful.

Long live the Solar Empire!

Klondike stopped looking at his hooves and the ground beneath them as Applejack helped him find the source of the noise. He looked at her and then looked at his own stomach. He could see it rumble. “Oh… that explains a lot…” He commented to himself with arched eyebrows as he turned to look at the rest of the ponies there. “Usually can’t think or stay focused on an empty stomach… Although I’m pretty sure I ate breakfast. At least I think I did… Hmm, maybe I didn’t…” Klondike began to bring up his hoof to tap against his chin before stopping dead in his tracks. He was now hearing a metal ringing followed by… "Soup's on everypony! Get your kiester inside the carrot cottage right now or, so help me Celestia, I will tie you up and drag you there myself." Klondike looked at the ropes hanging from his neck and then at the rest of the ponies, specifically Applejack. It was clear that some gears were moving behind the scenes as his expression took on an appearance of deep thought. There was a slight glimmer in his eye, the kind one gets right before they say or do something profound that changes the course of Pony History. “…” Klondike bit the ropes and, taking them off from around his neck, flung them off to the side away from prying eyes. Perhaps that glimmer in his eye had been his instinct of self preservation kicking in. No pony could be sure though as Klondike trotted out of the barn with a content smile on his face… and headed in the opposite direction of Carrot Cottage… walked half way across the yard, stopped, turned around, and started heading in the right direction. “Would make sense to head towards the buildings with carrot décor, right Miss Applejack?” He commented contently to Applejack as he walked past her, unaware or rather oblivious to how close he came to being hog tied and dragged. Lunch should prove interesting.

It didn’t take long for Klondike to find the ropes where Big Mac told him they’d be. Lucky for him, he also had not found any snakes. Well, maybe. Odds were that even if there were snakes in the shed, he paid them no heed. Ignore them and they ignore you, sound theory right? Well, that was hardly the reason why Klondike had not noticed any snakes. No, he had been too preoccupied listening to the oddest of sounds. Like the sound of an earthquake except without the shaking earth underneath. It had been somewhat constant and nearby, and his right ear had not stopped twitched at all. He had managed to find some decent sized lengths of ropes and as per Applejacks instructions, Klondike had made sure not to cut them. He’d just find a way to deal with the slack when the time came for it. “Better to have enough, than not enough. Then you are left short and nopony likes being left short. The more to go around the better and everypony is happy. I doubt ropes are a source of happiness though. Maybe licorice ropes…Oh! And some cupcakes! You can never have enough of those to go around. And apples and cookies and…” Klondike’s one pony sided conversation carried into the barn as he walked through the doors with the ropes dangling around his neck. He paused a quick moment to look at the ponies in the barn. “Chocolate pudding… that’s always great with some apple slices!” He couldn’t help but notice how they all looked so tired and hungry. They had been working for a long time now. A break was in order and with a quick lowering of his head, he slid the ropes off of his neck and brought up his face again to reveal that goofy smile that seemed to constantly be plastered on his face. “Say, is anypony else hungry? I don’t know why but I’ve been feeling rath-GRRRROWL” Klondike’s stomach decided to finish the sentence for him when his mouth was open and allowed for the hungry growl to almost echo through the barn. Klondike’s mouth suddenly clamped shut as his eyebrows raised, his right ear twitched, and he wore a surprised expression on his face. “There’s that sound again…” He commented as he looked at one of his forehoofs and raised it off the grounds as if looking for something. Maybe he was expecting to find the San Ponydreas Fault underneath it. “I swear that sound’s been following me for a while now.” He commented as he continued to examine the ground beneath his hoof. [[OOC - I ain't dead yet! Just a bit busy!]]

Seeking a Friend for The End of The World. It was okay. Not what I was expecting, but given the trailers I saw, but it was still enjoyable.

Klondike listened intently to both ponies, his right ear twitching from one to the other as they spoke. He still had the piece of duct tape stuck to the front of his muzzle. For all intended purposes, it looked like the silvery piece of tape had now become part of his face until he could remove it. "Rope? Do we have a length of rope? Uhm. Yeah. How long a rope?" Eeeyup - we keep a few lenths o'rope in th' storeshed... Ah'll jus' say be careful...it's 'bout time o'year that ya may see snakes roamin' around down that way - they don't take kindly t'intruders! He tapped a hoof to his chin and flapped the piece of duct tape as he considered what he had just heard and looked back and forth between Big Mac and Applejack. His eyes lingered a bit on Applejack as he observed her sitting off to the side with her hooves crossed. She didn’t look… happy. “Hmm, well…” He turned to address Big Mac and only took a few seconds to look up at the highest point of the barn and then back at the floor, the silvery piece of duct tape stuck on his muzzle waggling all over place. “I’d say we need a rope long enough to reach that cross beam up there and back to the ground. So, 100 hooves in length should do it.” Klondike paused as he looked at Big Mac for confirmation that they might have something like that in the shed. “OH! Also another rope perhaps a good 8 hooves in length so that I can use it as a safety line once I get up there to secure the new support beams. Actually, two lengths… Mr. Mojo, you're coming up with me. You aren’t too heavy.” He added as he looked around the area he stood and then up at the ceiling again before adding nonchalantly with a smile. “No sense falling… again. Wasn’t fun the first time and you were rather heavy. A Unicorn would make it easier but I like the challenge.” He continued to smile as his right ear twitched and his attention shifted towards Applejack. He looked at her for a few seconds before turning back to Big Mac. “I’ll go look for those ropes in your shed, Mr. Big Mac. If you ponies could keep cleaning up we can finish this up faster than I can fix a barn.” It was a bit unclear if that was a lame attempt at a joke or not, but as he made his way past Big Mac, he leaned in closed and whispered into his ear. “Mr. Big Mac, I think Miss Applejack is feeling sick.” He paused as he looked back at Applejack and waved at her before turning back to whispering to the giant red pony. “She kind of looks like she swallowed something bad… Actually, if it was bad, why did she swallow it? You’d imagine a pony would just spit it out. But spitting ain’t polite. So if you eat something bad, is it still impolite to spit it out. What if…” As Klondike started walking away towards the door of the barn, he continued to talk to himself as his mind drifted on that weird tangent he’d managed to talk himself into. It was not clear what his point in mentioning Applejack's supposed ailment to Big Mac was, maybe he thought he should check up on her, but it was plainly clear that he was completely unaware of the faux pas he had committed by removing Applejack’s hat.

Well this made my day. I laughed and before I knew it, I found myself singing along...

Klondike dug through his satchel and pulled out his bit purse. After setting it on the counter, he began to count out bits, not entirely sure he did the math right. “Umm, 5 bushels at 3 bits each… wait, flip it around… 3 bushels at 5 bits each.” Eventually he managed to dig out 15 bits and hoofed them over towards Granny Smith as he listen to her and the oddly dressed elderly pony. “Well I’m glad it was to everypony’s liking. Had a good foundation to work with and everypony that helped, helped in earnest… although there were some problems. Not big ones… Oh! Sorry Sir! I don’t think I got your name…” He extended his hoof towards Apple Strudel as he smiled at the elderly pony. “Name’s Klondike, repair pony at your service.” Pleasantries out of the way, he then looked at Granny Smith with a slight confused expression as she mentioned an invite to dinner and a pony that helped with the barn. “I got invited to what now?” Well, it seemed that he was still reeling from his encounter with Applejack. It might take a few more minutes till his brain was up to speed and all his thought were properly reorganized. Organized by his standards at least. He seemed better at recalling older events though, so that was plus. “I think you are referring to Mister Mojo Jojo… Or was it just Mister Mojo? Mister Moho?...” Klondike began taking his bushels of apples and placed two on his back and balanced one on his head as he continued to think of the name. “Actually, no, I’m pretty sure it was just Mister Mojo. Umm, wait, why was I trying to recall his name?” He looked blankly at Granny Smith before smiling and shrugging, careful not to tilt the bushels on his back. “Oh well, I guess I’ll recall later. Well, it was a pleasure talking to ya’ll! I think I should get back to my shop. Might have things to do. At least I hope I do. OH! Right! I need to go break in that new furnace. Thanks for the apples!” Finally Klondike waved goodbye to the ponies at the stalls and began making his way back to Ponyville… … And he turned the wrong way and was now heading in the opposite direction Ponyville. Even from afar, his right ear could be seen twitching frantically towards the proper path leading towards Ponyville, as if trying to warn its owner that he was going the wrong way. Oh well, he’ll eventually get his thoughts straighten out after that kiss from Applejack. Hopefully realize he's going the wrong way at some point before he gets to far from Ponyville. (Klondike Out) [[OOC – Had a fun time! Till next time everypony!]]

To say Klondike’s train of thought was derailed when Applejack kissed him would be unfair. It was a full blown scale crash against the side of a mountain, with boxcar after boxcar crashing into each other. Many thoughts, ideas, and just flat out thinking abilities met an untimely end as Applajack’s lips and his own made contact. His face was on fire as a deep blush took advantage of his stupor. Even his twitching right ear went still and joined its sibling as it lay flat on against his head. "There ya go. One kiss for a purchase of three bushels of apples. Jus' go over there and trade her your bits. Oh, and we'd love to have you over for dinner sometime! That's a great idea!" As Applejack herded him towards Granny Smith’s table and he stood in front of her, it was clearly evident that nopony was home at the moment. Slowly though, little by little, as the survivors of that train wreck inside his head began to climb out of the twisted remains, signs of life began to appear again. First he began to blink, unevenly though, apparently not being able to blink both eyes in unison. Then slowly, a goofy smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth until it looked like they would reach his ears. At that point, both his ears began to stir awake, and the right ear began to twitch its signs of life again, although somewhat feebly. “… umm…” Finally, it looked like signs of brain activity were beginning to make it towards his mouth as he began to try and speak again. Klondike blinked a few more times, his brain trying to get the timing right so that he would blink with both eyes at the same time. Eventually he succeeded, and finally managed to speak the first thing that came to mind. “…Wow…” He blinked a few more times. “I… over dinner… go… come?... What dinner? I-I…” He suddenly looked around himself, as if unsure of where he was, and eventually spotted Granny Smith in front of him. He gave her a confused looked as he continued to smile broadly from his kiss. Eventually though, he managed to speak again. “Oh! Hello Miss Smith Granny. How today are you?” Well, never said it was coherent. Klondike paused for a second as he tried to make sense of what he himself just said and shook his head a bit. At least now he was blinking properly. “I mean, I think, I… umm… Hello Miss Granny Smith. How are you today? Are you enjoying the rebuilt barn?... I-I’m not entirely sure why I’m here right now.” He sat on his haunches as he tapped his chin with a hoof and his right ear twitched awkwardly. Apparently some of the train crash victims were more important than others. “I don’t… know why, but… I suddenly taste apples… an-and I think it somehow involves dinner... I-I think I’m here for apples for my dinner, yeah, that… Well, actually, that would make sense since you nice folk sell dinner… I mean apples, since you sell apples.” Perhaps feeling that he was getting nowhere fast, trying to rearrange his thoughts, he smiled sheepishly at the elderly mare and stood up, getting ready to go back to his repair shop… Assuming one of the train wreck survivors knew where his repair shop was and how to get back home. “Um, how much do I owe you for the apples Miss Granny Smith?”

Klondike couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed that his offer for fixing farm tools was not needed at the moment, but he was quick cheer up again. He’d just have to find something else to break in his new furnace with, and as always, his help would be available if needed later. “Well, my offer still stands for you to use at your earliest convenience Miss Applejack.” He said with a smile as he secretly hoped that somepony would come to his repair shop with something fun for him to fix. For a moment though, he looked behind him as he heard the humming coming from Incognito. It was stirring something up in his memories but he could not place a hoof on it. "So... ...how's about a kiss?" His right ear suddenly twitched and he turned around to look back at Applejack. She had an odd smile about her and was tapping her hooves on the counter. He blinked at her a few times and then looked to his left and his right, and then behind him before looking back at Applejack and pointing at himself, apparently not sure if she was talking to him. “Me?...” He paused for a second as he began to tap his hooves together in a somewhat nervous fashion. “I, yes, me, I mean, yes to me, err, umm…” His hooves began to tap together a little faster as he became a bit more flustered. “I mean, what pony wouldn’t love a kiss from such an outstanding pony as you, Miss Applejack. You’re dedicated to your business and your family. You’re very attractive and pretty. Um, think attractive and pretty are the same, worth saying again though. And… um… well…” He couldn’t help but give her one of his goofy smiles as a slight blush overtook his face and as he continued to tap his hooves nervously. His right ear had begun to twitch frantically at an odd upward angle. “Hehe, well, if I’m being honest, I’d certainly love a kiss from such an attractive mare as yourself, Miss Applejack. And maybe, if I may be so bold, would you care to have din- ” Klondike’s right ear eventually succeeded in getting him to look up at the banner and he stopped talking as he read it, his tapping hooves coming to a standstill. He looked behind him at the lines of ponies and then at the booth and surrounding area, realization clearly etched on his face as his mouth formed an ‘O’ of understanding. Whatever he was going to ask Applejack vanished as other thoughts overtook him. Lucky for Klondike, he wasn't one to embarrass easily. “Oooh, so that’s what the line was for. Heh, and here I, um, silly me, heh... hmm…” He tapped a hoof to his chin as his line of thought suddenly switched over to something else. “I wonder, maybe I could implement something like that at my repair shop. No, maybe not. Would be rather odd and, well, just odd. Bring a broken toaster, get a kiss? Would also interrupt my work if I had to kiss every customer. HA! That would just be silly. Maybe I could offer apples while they wait. Actually, wait… I’m already thinking of doing that. That's why I'm here. Well, one of the reasons. Or perhaps I could offer…” Well, it seemed like Klondike suddenly found himself with a runaway train of thoughts. He might be talking for a bit unless somepony did something.

Klondike was busily engaged in his conversation with Incognito. His right ear though, had twitched and aimed itself towards the front of the line, twitching every time it moved forward. Somehow, whether by his own accord or otherwise, he had managed to keep up with the line and now found himself in front of Applejack. "Howdy, Klondike! What can I get ya?" His right ear twitched a few times and Klondike turned to look at the farm pony. He looked a bit perplexed for a second or two, but he finally caught on to what had happened. “Oh, that was quick. Howdy Miss Applejack!” He smiled at her cheerfully as he sat down on his haunches. “How’s the barn? How’s the family? How are you this fine day? Well, actually, I guess today is not a fine day, but an okay day. Kind of hot, but the skies are clear so I suppose that makes it better than okay. Guess you could call it…” The thought process suddenly switched to internal as he raised a hoof to tap his chin and seemed to profoundly consider the appropriate was to describe the day. Thankfully it was only a few seconds before he came full circle and smiled again at Applejack. “Well, don’t matter how I describe today because, Miss Applejack, your day is about to get even better!” He suddenly waggled his eyebrows at her as if hinting to something, and slightly leaned over the counter while he looked at her with a sly look. “I just got my new furnace installed and to celebrate I came down here to offer my favorite customer the best deal ever. Bring me any farm tool, from the smallest hammer to the biggest plow, and I will fix it for only 5 bits each.” Klondike continued to smile at Applejack as he offered her to repair her farm equipment. A rather odd, and unexpected thing given the nature of the event he had just stood in line for. But again, he was an odd pony to begin with. “Oh! Almost forgot! I would also like three bushels of your apples, Miss Applejack. Plan to eat a whole one myself, but I want to offer something different, instead of just cookies, for my customers that come to my store. Speaking of which…” He turned around to look at the line of ponies behind him. He hadn’t seen this many ponies lined up for something since cider season. “You have a lot of customers today. Are you doing some kind of sale or special event?” Klondike looked to his left and to his right, everywhere except up at the banner that could easily answer his question. It became obvious that, as he smiled at Applejack, and as absentminded as he was, he had just gotten in line and waited without knowing what the line was for.

If anypony asked one of Klondike’s regular customers, they’d say that he was a rather odd pony. An odd pony that was as sharp as a tack when it came to fixing things, but quick to lose focus about the things around him. All except for his right, twitchy ear, which sometimes seemed to be more aware of the things that were happening around him than its actual owner. Just how much the ear told its owner of what it saw, err, heard, was a mystery in and of itself. A mystery which was currently aimed at Inkie and twitched every few seconds, as if scrutinizing her like only an ear could. He hadn’t been walking long since he found Inkie behind him, but the twitching ear had made it obvious it was on to her. Now whether Klondike himself was aware of it yet, that she had been following him, it was anypony’s guess. But the ear had stopped attacking him. “So Miss Inkie, how do you like Ponyville?” As he asked this, his right ear suddenly twitched away from Inkie and Klondike turned a corner. It seemed he was heading in the opposite direction of what would be considered the ‘restaurant’ district of Ponyville. He didn’t deviate far though, and quickly came to a stop in front of a shop. The sign outside read “The Jingling Satchel Repair Shop”. “Oh, this is my repair shop. I guess I must have forgotten something… One minute while I figure it out.” He sat down in front of his door and looked at himself. He had his tool satchel still with him, but what else did he need? “Oh right! Left my bit pouch upstairs!” He said as he turned to Inkie. “Getting something to eat was kind a spur of the moment so I didn’t bring it with me to the Winter Wrap Up down at Sweet Apple Acres. You can come in if you like, or wait outside. I’m just going to go get it and be right back.” He opened the door and began to step inside. His right ear though suddenly swiveled at an odd angle and aimed itself at her.

"You wouldn't dare!" “Of course I wouldn’t dare let your barn be destroyed… or spit my bit… Actually, I’m not even sure what that means.” Klondike answered cheerfully as he looked off to the side, completely missing the point of what Applejack just said. “That’s why I’m trying to speed things along a bit. Mainly the roof being stabilized so it doesn’t fall down on us. And speaking of which…” Klondike approached Applejack, duct tape in hoof. - - - - - - - - - - As Klondike continued to help clean the debris while Big Mac and Mojo got the beams for the roof, he could not help but feel a slight sense of accomplishment. Off to the side, Applejack was wearing her hardhat, duct tape free. They had come to an agreement. As soon as they finished fixing the roof, she'd be free to wear her nicer looking stetson hat instead of the hardhat. But until then, the hardhat would stay on, duct tape free. It hadn't been an easy to reach agreement though, there had been a lot of dodging, literally, before it was reached. That, and Applejack took the strip of duct tape intended for her hardhat and taped it onto Klondike's nose. It didn't faze the odd repair pony though, he simply laughed it off, saying that if he was going to put duct tape on her head, it was only fair she did the same. Still, he couldn't help but lick at it every couple of seconds, trying to get it off while going crossed eye and trying to look at it. Maybe if he got it wet enough, once he got back to his repair shop he'd might be able to peel it off without peeling the fur stuck to it. Oh well, problem for later he supposed. Well, back to work. He simply smiled and waved as he saw Big Mac and Mojo bring in the beams for the roof. This was going to be easy. "Could you two place them off to the side? Miss Applejack, do you have a length of rope?"

Capricorn, so I got Cadence. I guess this fits to some extent. I'm rather simple, so I'm not so sure about the sophisticated part.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Incognito!” Klondike suddenly grabbed the pony’s hoof and began to shake it vigorously as he smiled at her. His right ear though still twitched furiously at her, as if trying to get its owner to realize the truth. He eventually stopped shaking her hoof and continued to smile at her. “You’ve come to the right place for apples! Miss Applejack grows the best ones around. Maybe the best in the whole of Equestria.” He quickly paused and brought up a hoof to tap his chin. “Well, actually, never been to the whole of Equestria. I should travel more…” At that moment, his gaze shifted upwards and away from Incognito/Lyra as if trying to focus on something off in the distance. There was a slight glazed look forming in his eyes before he finally snapped out of it. “… No, a traveling repair shop wouldn’t work.” He finished his thought process as he began to look back towards the pony from Stalliongrad. “So tell me Miss Incognito, how are you liking Ponyville? How did you hear about Miss Applejack’s apples?”

Hmm, everypony here has made some very interesting points and suggestions. Briddle Gossip - I considered this and although it is up there with my personal favorites, a lot of the humor does stem from knowing a bit about the characters. It does portray an interesting reaction from the ponies in Ponyville concerning outsiders, but I still feel that the full effect of the poison joke might be lost. Plus, this was an episode I showed my brother and it did little to change his opinion. Dragon Quest - This was also another episode I considered. Admittedly it is not high on my list of personal favorites, but after your suggestions, I went back and tried to watch it with an outsider's eye. It is hilarious, yes, but what I observed was that the whole episode was pretty much Spike's chance to shine as a developed character. It DOES however provide an interesting reflection on the situation I find myself in, albeit reversed. The ponies are teasing Spike for being a dragon among ponies. i.e. Where a dragon's supposed to be mean and scary, spike is, well, the opposite of all that and eventually learns to be comfortable with who he is. In my situation, it would seems the dragons (males) are trying to figure out why I, being another dragon (another male), would choose to live among ponies (be a Brony). I would rather show them this episode towards the end of their conversion rather than at the beginning so as to alleviate their self doubt regarding their masculinity. I like what I'm reading so far and I think I'm beginning to see a clear choice here. Keep the suggestions coming my fellow Bronies

If I'm going to go see a doctor, I'm not to sure I'd want to be wearing a collar and leash... Especially to a vet. Why? well... THIS, is every guy's nightmare. Every guy here knows why HE doesn't want to go... Although, on second thought, I guess that would fix the whole "no human females" problem.