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fandomhigh2012-03-01 03:14 am
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2012-03-01 03:14 am
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The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 3
When the students arrived at the Danger Shop, today, they'd find themselves at a quaint little cider stand outside of an equally quaint little apple orchard. Above the stand was a sign with hearts and apples and horseshoes all over it, and all around the sign were empty barrels. Pinkie stood in front of the stand and looked up as the students approached, shaking her head sadly.
"Sorry, everypony. The Apple family is all out of cider for the day. It's always in high demand, because they make really really really really really amazingly good cider, in small batches so they can make sure everything's just right! But that also means that they run out, usually before everypony has managed to get some. Still, that's the way the cider barrel empties! But don't worry, because --"
Pinkie's cheerful reassurance was interrupted by the sound of chugging and clanking, as a strange little steam powered car pulled up, and out leaped two tall, yellow unicorns with red and white manes, blue and white striped shirts, and straw hats, who promptly burst into song. It was a catchy little ditty, sounding like it came straight out of an old Broadway musical:
Well, lookie what we got here, brother of mine, it's the same in every town
Ponies with thirsty throats, dry tongues, and not a drop of cider to be found
Maybe they're not aware that there's really no need for this teary despair
That the key that they need to solve the sad cider shortage you and I will share
Well you've got opportunity
In this very community
He's Flim, he's Flam
We're the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Traveling salesponies nonpareil. . . .
The song went on for some time, in fact (nearly a full three and a half minutes), during which Flim and Flam demonstrated their wonderful machine, using their unicorn powers to summon a giant hose and vacuum apples right off the tree. They even showed off a little viewing window wherein you could watch as the machine automatically detected whether or not an apple looked like it was in good shape for cidering.
It was all very flashy and impressive. And catchy. Pinkie was going to be humming that song all week.
"Well, there you have it," she said, as the song finished. "You guys can either fork over some cash to Flim and Flam here for their machine's cider, or give me and the Apple family a hand in making some more cider of our own! What'll it be? Shiny new process where anything could go wrong, or the tried and true method of working really hard for a satisfying product? You guys decide!"
That's right, for today's class, Pinkie was attempting to teach about the pitfalls of industrialization of food preparation. With about the subtlety of a falling piano.
[ooc: OCD is up. Come and get it!]
"Sorry, everypony. The Apple family is all out of cider for the day. It's always in high demand, because they make really really really really really amazingly good cider, in small batches so they can make sure everything's just right! But that also means that they run out, usually before everypony has managed to get some. Still, that's the way the cider barrel empties! But don't worry, because --"
Pinkie's cheerful reassurance was interrupted by the sound of chugging and clanking, as a strange little steam powered car pulled up, and out leaped two tall, yellow unicorns with red and white manes, blue and white striped shirts, and straw hats, who promptly burst into song. It was a catchy little ditty, sounding like it came straight out of an old Broadway musical:
Well, lookie what we got here, brother of mine, it's the same in every town
Ponies with thirsty throats, dry tongues, and not a drop of cider to be found
Maybe they're not aware that there's really no need for this teary despair
That the key that they need to solve the sad cider shortage you and I will share
Well you've got opportunity
In this very community
He's Flim, he's Flam
We're the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Traveling salesponies nonpareil. . . .
The song went on for some time, in fact (nearly a full three and a half minutes), during which Flim and Flam demonstrated their wonderful machine, using their unicorn powers to summon a giant hose and vacuum apples right off the tree. They even showed off a little viewing window wherein you could watch as the machine automatically detected whether or not an apple looked like it was in good shape for cidering.
It was all very flashy and impressive. And catchy. Pinkie was going to be humming that song all week.
"Well, there you have it," she said, as the song finished. "You guys can either fork over some cash to Flim and Flam here for their machine's cider, or give me and the Apple family a hand in making some more cider of our own! What'll it be? Shiny new process where anything could go wrong, or the tried and true method of working really hard for a satisfying product? You guys decide!"
That's right, for today's class, Pinkie was attempting to teach about the pitfalls of industrialization of food preparation. With about the subtlety of a falling piano.
[ooc: OCD is up. Come and get it!]
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