Dear Earth ponies.
We understand and recognize that many of you sacrificed and died to bring us these apples. But to be honest we don't need any more apples. Please stop sending them.
God horse #3
>tfw playing stronghold crusader
>farm only apples
>who was inept and uncaring
are you sure we aren't watching the same show?
to the moon, 1000 years.
These aren't apples, they're
your husband's balls.
Our artisans inform us that we already have enough dessert pizzas to last us the next decade. Please direct your fruits elsewhere.
We need those eggs in Canterlot, my little ponies.
Mah Brother died fighting to get these for you princess.
Ah hope it was worth it.