Comment on Smarty Pants is Smart by johnjoseco
I imagine Twilight as a filly, laying in bed with her eyes closed and a single tear running donw her cheek, squeezing her doll tightly, and whispering "You're my best friend, Smartypants. I don't need anyone but you..."
Years later, with Twilight in the throes of... FRIENDSHIP... MADNESS...
"You’re not like the others, Smarty Pants. You like the same things I do! Wax paper... boiled football leather... dog breath! We’re not hitchhiking any more! We’re ridin’!"
"You’re not like the others, Smarty Pants. You like the same things I do! Wax paper... boiled football leather... dog breath! We’re not hitchhiking any more! We’re ridin’!"