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“Taffy? Oh, certainly!” She turned around, reaching for a jar on the shelves. “So, what brings you to Ponyville today, mister...?”
OH, BUSINESS AS USUAL, the customer said, not catching the hint. Oh well. She found the jar sitting on the bottom shelf, and pulled out a wrapped strip of taffy, placing it on the counter.
“There you go!”
HOW MUCH IS IT?
“Oh, don't worry about that right now! Consider it a free sample!”
OH. THANK YOU. The customer lifted the taffy with one, incredibly white hoof, and unwrapped before beginning to chew on it noisily.
HMM, INTERESTING, he said, IT'S A VERY UNIQUE TEXTURE.
“Thanks! Glad you like it!” she beamed.
She watched the customer go through the taffy bar, once again feeling that nagging sensation that something wasn't quite right. Perhaps is was that the customer's chewing didn't sound quite right, somehow sounding too—for lack of a better word—dry. Or perhaps it was how the customer's voice didn't seem to so much as be emitted from the hood, as it was emanating from within her head.
Once again, such thoughts were pushed from her mind, because he seemed pleasant enough, and really, who was she to judge how “odd” another pony was?
When the customer finished, she asked, with extra cheer, “Would you like anything else today?”
YES, WELL, I MIGHT...OH BLAST IT.
“What? What's wrong?”
The customer sighed, the sound like a damp wind from the depths of a cavern.
I THINK SOME OF IT IS IN MY TEETH. DO YOU SEE ANY?
The customer looked straight up, and Pinkie Pie saw into his hood.
She stared at him, smiling, struggling to fight a surge of pure horror that coursed throughout her body, pleading with her to run fast and far.
“A little,” she finally squeaked, her eyes twitching, her heart beating faster than any Wonderbolt.
OH. I KNEW IT. DO YOU HAVE ANY FLOSS? |