2nd Roundup [Video]

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

[Applejack is not a very happy pony. She looks rather concerned, but not like she did when she first arrived.]

Has anypony seen Rarity? I've been spendin' these last few days tryin' ta find her and I just can't.

[She sighs as she sits, her hat falling in her eyes for a moment before she fixes it.]

Somepony's got ta know where in the hey she is.

She ain't the kinda pony ta pull pranks either.

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[originaldragoon]

To be quite honest, I have not seen her for a while now.

[Audio]

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

I hope nuthin' bad's happened ta her.

[megaton]

Another one gone, so soon?

...

I don't recognise your species.

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

I'm an Earth Pony.

[megaton]

...from Earth?

I thought that was where humans originated from.

[This is only getting stranger.]

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

I don't know what a human is. I'm from Equestria. Where I'm from there are 3 kindsa ponies. Earth ponies, who do all the growin' of food, Unicorns who have magic, and Pegasi who take care'a the weather.

[megaton]

So you mean Earth in the...ground...sense.

[These translators that Alpha Trion provided were sometimes more confusing than he realized.]

Do you have space travel?

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

Space travel? Uh...nope.

[megaton]

What about robot...er...'ponies?'

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

Nope.

[She's starting to sound like her older brother.]

[megaton]

Computers?

[Hands?]

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

I think Twilight had somethin' called that...but I ain't sure.

[megaton]

I...I see.

Could I ask what you were responsible for, then?

[He can't wrap his head around this, and he refuses to let there be someone he doesn't understand. He can't manipulate what he can't understand.]

[more_apple_fritters_plz]

I'm in charga Sweet Apple Acres. Where we grow that best apples in Ponyville!

[megaton]

I ate an apple, once.

[He remembers most of the food he ate when he was human. It was a strange experience.]

That sounds like a large responsibility--producing the food for your community.

[He did the same thing once, in a roundabout way.]