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[A shocked gasp escaped a rather interesting looking alien. Pretty snooty one at that.]
Miss Jack! Just what do you think you are doing?!
Huh? [Applejack's head poked out of the giant barrel, hard at work as always.] Miss Jack? Well ma'am, I'm stompin' olives. Kinda an obvious one there.
Yes I can see that. I can also see those awful dirty boots you're wearing.
Awful dirty? These ain't all that dirty. [This was seeming a might familiar. However, unlike with Rarity, Applejack had to tread a lot more carefully round these parts. Glancing down at her boots, a small nervous chuckle escaped her.] Oops. Guess I should've changed into the right stompin' boots. My bad.
"Your bad" indeed Miss Jack. Now I'm going to have to throw this entire batch away because of your thoughtlessness.
Shoot, it ain't something worth gettin' all worked up about.
Not worth it? You clearly don't understand the ramifications of what you've done. How can I sell this oil, knowing such disgusting looking boots have touched the delicate fruit?
Uh ma'am. I don't think there's much difference between these and the boots you have me workin' with-
I will be a laughing stalk of this district. This is why I hate hiring cheap labor.
Don't y'all worry ma'am, I can get this all fixed up in a jiffy.
I should hope so Miss Jack. Otherwise I'll have to dock your pay. Now resolve this mess, and make sure to change your boots this time.
[The alien turned away in a huff. Oh please leave. Oh please leave.]
I'll just start over on double time. Should be well caught up in a few. Y'all can count on me.
[Finally seeing the door close behind her boss, Applejack heaved out a sigh of relief.]
Whew. And here I thought Rarity got all dramatic. Couldn't 've been that serious. I mean I made sure I cleaned up real well before I started at this batch. Guess ya can't always pick out who yer boss is gonna be, can ya? Well, best be gettin' this all in workin' order, else I'll have to start lookin' fer other work.
Miss Jack! Just what do you think you are doing?!
Huh? [Applejack's head poked out of the giant barrel, hard at work as always.] Miss Jack? Well ma'am, I'm stompin' olives. Kinda an obvious one there.
Yes I can see that. I can also see those awful dirty boots you're wearing.
Awful dirty? These ain't all that dirty. [This was seeming a might familiar. However, unlike with Rarity, Applejack had to tread a lot more carefully round these parts. Glancing down at her boots, a small nervous chuckle escaped her.] Oops. Guess I should've changed into the right stompin' boots. My bad.
"Your bad" indeed Miss Jack. Now I'm going to have to throw this entire batch away because of your thoughtlessness.
Shoot, it ain't something worth gettin' all worked up about.
Not worth it? You clearly don't understand the ramifications of what you've done. How can I sell this oil, knowing such disgusting looking boots have touched the delicate fruit?
Uh ma'am. I don't think there's much difference between these and the boots you have me workin' with-
I will be a laughing stalk of this district. This is why I hate hiring cheap labor.
Don't y'all worry ma'am, I can get this all fixed up in a jiffy.
I should hope so Miss Jack. Otherwise I'll have to dock your pay. Now resolve this mess, and make sure to change your boots this time.
[The alien turned away in a huff. Oh please leave. Oh please leave.]
I'll just start over on double time. Should be well caught up in a few. Y'all can count on me.
[Finally seeing the door close behind her boss, Applejack heaved out a sigh of relief.]
Whew. And here I thought Rarity got all dramatic. Couldn't 've been that serious. I mean I made sure I cleaned up real well before I started at this batch. Guess ya can't always pick out who yer boss is gonna be, can ya? Well, best be gettin' this all in workin' order, else I'll have to start lookin' fer other work.