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It is their right as a company. Simple as that. They would be intelligent though to release multilingual versions for cheap prices from a centralised site. Advisably with optional 1080p quality levels minus ads and extraneous features. They would make a lot of money.

A curious style of writing, and objectionable not. Let it suffice in its sublimity! Oh yes, and I can help you with any Russian words or concepts that you might have trouble grasping. You know where to find me, tovarich.

tl;dr. But welcome, comrade!

Obviously, redbubble.com is an excellent place for shirts. They offer free shipping with four purchases, if you're willing to buy a few at the same time. I got four tshirts for about a hundred or so, including this one. (It was a bit more as I am quite a tall chap)

There was one that was quite good, quite a clever take on the typical "I N Y" tshirts, wherein they simply replaced the I with a P. I think one edition might have rainbow dash sleeping inside the P, but I've seen another without her. Let me look. http://www.redbubble.com/people/northerndash/works/7884166-i-3-pony?utm_campaign=order&utm_medium=email&utm_source=RB ...And there we are.

The nice mare yelped in a most amusing fashion, seeming to jump five metres into the air as he bit down on her tail, a fact that did not escape him nor cause him any less amusement. He burst into laughter once again. Even as his merriment rang out through the street, it slowed down in a rather peculiar way. He began to feel detached from everything he saw, as if he were controlling his body through some medium that could not be defined nor explained. Silversword spoke, her voice echoing ever so slightly as waves of dizziness rolled through his brain. "I must ask you to.. er.. refrain from calling me 'my sweet'. Others may think we are.. involved." She said, a most uncharacteristic flush creeping into her cheeks. Even through his blurriness, he saw this and chuckled once more. While he was trying to form the words to respond however, she turned around and abruptly entered the building without another word. A small headache now throbbed in the back of his mind, not painful yet but waiting as if it were in a queue to enter his senses, to wreak havoc with his perception. He hung his head low to the ground, trotting wearily into the building, his ecstacy having deserted him only a minute ago. It was a grubby place as far as he could see, but he was grateful for any shelter from the disagreeable weather. He glanced up to see Silver already at the table, half staring, half glaring at his behaviour, which he now realised may seem a touch odd to an observer. Groaning softly, he dragged himself up on the table and sat there, laying his chin on the table and taking measured breaths. He closed one eye, very conscious of a slight tic in it that tempted him to rub at it as if swatting a fly. He looked up at her with his remaining eye, the soft orange seeming to flicker softly in the gloom. Her eyes were the same, which caused the corners of his mouth to uplift. His amusement was in no small part due to her sitting there looked astoundingly embarrassed and nervous. What had she to fear from him? He closed his eye, gently chewing on his tongue in thought. “Well, go on my dearest. Let me have it.”