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Blames his writer for errything. Also always potential spoilers.
Look, just because your life isn't going how you want it to doesn't mean that you have to go around and screw with mine. Or anyone else's for that matter.
...You get on the horn with Peter's writer right now, and you make sure he understands...it's not my fault. It's yours.
...You get on the horn with Peter's writer right now, and you make sure he understands...it's not my fault. It's yours.

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[Bad American accent Ahoy!]
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[yes. lies. awful lies. but he's not sharing with anybody. his writer has awful plans.]
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She's just got plans I don't like at all.
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You mun-mare shouldn't be taking anything out on you. M-Maybe if you... um... If you talk to her more?
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No. no no no.]
...I don't have the time to talk to her. I'm trying to keep my daughter safe.
....she had a tiny version of you. Years ago.
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[She blinks, tilting her head to the side as she peeks out from under her mane]
A... a tiny me?
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...I didn't think you know-they'd be alive but she loved them.
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But I'm not... a toy... [HUE-MANES ARE SO CONFUSING]
Oh, I don't mean- I-I'd love to play with her! But um... we're not toys. We're, um, ponies...
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[and no it STILL hasn't sunk in, the damage he might be doing.].
...are you okay?