[[OOC. I apologize for the spam, everyone--I promise this is my last AJ post for the next week, at the very least! ]]
Now, I hate to bother all you nice folks again, but there's just one thing I simply can't tolerate, y'see.
[ Applejack faces the camera, looking...seriously pissed. She brings her hat down a bit, her brows knitting together. ]
And that's people messin' with my friends.
Now some of y'all may have heard that my dear friend Fluttershy--who is as sweet and sensitive as can be--was recently attacked and robbed by a brutal pokey-mon abuser! This ornery ol' varmint was last seen wanderin' 'round Cherrygrove, and I'd sure appreciate any help y'all could give me in bringin' him to justice.
He's short, an' pale, with white hairs and a ladybug pokey-mon. Here's a picture I drew to give y'all a reference.
[ She holds up a hastily-painted poster to the screen: ]
[ She holds it up for about half a minute, long enough for anyone to take notes. ]
Now all y'all nice folks can stop listenin', 'cause the rest o' this message ain't for friendly ears.
[ She clears her throat and takes a deep breath. GIRD YOUR LOINS, TRANCY. ]
Listen up, mister! You think you can go around hurtin' people weaker'n you? Well let me tell you somethin'!
When I find you--an' I'm gonna find you--I'm gonna kick you so hard--
--you're gonna regret ever even havin' teeth!
[ Deep breath. ]
[ Big smile! ]
Now I do apologize again, folks, 'specially if I startled y'all. My name's Applejack, so please, just gimme a whinny if y'all hear anythin', alright?
Thanks!
[ Click. ]