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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:09 am
Fireflight stretched in his, with a suave smirk and a floppy lock over one eye. Time to answer questions about himself! Honestly, it was hard to be too bored doing it.
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He gave TACO a long sideways glance. He never really had the displeasure of actually speaking to him and it was clear he wouldn't bother again.
What is your favorite thing about TACO?
How good you make me look.
If you could be with TACO for only one night, how would you spend it?
In the stands, watching you, a mime and three poodles in a clown car. Oh - sorry, you're a rock star? It's the make-up and them clothes...
Hypothetically, if you were stranded on a desert island with TACO, and could only bring one karaoke CD with you, what song would you like TACO to sing to you repeatedly until a rescue team arrives?
Fireflight spent the rest of the horrible round contemplating with terror whether a song with one line of lyric and lots of music would result in TACO annoyingly looping that lyric at hyperspeed for the rest of the hypothetical period.
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For a very brief moment he'd thought that he'd made a big QC mistake, but realised soon enough that it was a very distinct visitor. Well, at least there was that luscious hair and tail...
You lookin' for a good time?
Never lookin', always having.
What's your favorite Pokémon?
Charizard. Sometimes a man's gotta go classic, and the Rapidash is a little too pretty.
What's the sexiest place you can think of? Doesn't have to be romantic, just sexy.
Suddenly, Fireflight had taste.
City rooftop, wet by rain, night lights reflected in the puddles. Noir, gritty, sexy.
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"Heeeey Negs," he greeted, amused. "I know what you're here for. So, have you seen Noel about?"
Wouldjer call yerself a nice person?
Am I? Let's go 50/50.
What're yer hobbies?
Flying, seeing people do embarrassing things, blackmailing them about it sometimes. Generally doing whatever will qualify as a fun, exciting time. Consistency is a little overrated.
Wot's yer opinion on fellers what eat dead animals?
I eat dead animals too, just...you know...cooked. You might want to try that.
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Candy Cane looked pretty high right now. Then again, she generally looked high most of the time.
Do you like candy canes? If not, please move along and don’t waste any more of my time.
I like the way you have a filtering question. Who doesn't like candy canes anyway?
Do you fall asleep ALL the time? If not, please inform me of any other interesting quirks or habits you may have which I will enjoy helping you fix later.
Sorry to disappoint. I don't think the urge to prank needs fixing...I'm out.
What is your favourite thing to do EVER? (PS. Mine is eating candy canes, and yours should be too.)
Finding ADVENTURE! Maybe if you find a particularly exciting candy cane.
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Bon was adorable, but definitely....strange in the head. Her answer re: Quill was saddeningly weird. Smart, okay, refined, okay, handsome, er, stick in the mud - still yes. He let her flawed argument slide, since she shut up quite anxiously, and started on his answers.
What sort of hobbies do you have?
Flying, checking out fun new things, watching people make a fool of themselves and just maaaaaybe uh, negotiating with them about those incidents...
What is your favorite dessert?
Bread and butter pudding, maybe? I'm not too hard to satisfy.
How would you spend a quiet evening?
Eat, sleep, watch some telly, I guess? Plan my next new stake-out point.
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Scent Puff was charmingly straightforward, he liked that! Fireflight returned a wink and chuckled at her Bon anecdote. There was something special about a woman who laughed about her sister's stable burning down.
What is your favorite smell?
That's hard. Sometimes I feel like something kinda warm and foody would be awesome, but then a jolt of something minty and refreshing is great too.
How would you make a filly feel special?
Bring her out on a flight, show her things she hasn't seen, or at least a different perspective of everyday life.
If you looked in the mirror and saw your true self, would you be happy with what you saw?
Unabashedly Fireflight in and out. I'm always happy with me.
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"I'm making greaaaaaat progress," he told Quill. "I'm learning what they really want. It's really interesting. But I can't tell you yet."
He grinned at his questions. "I'll just answer these as a control survey..."
How have you enjoyed your experience with us in Phonyland?
I'm glad to say I've enjoyed all my time here and have always found something exciting to do, despite being born and bred here.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the quality of our service?
It goes to 11!
How may we better serve you upon your next visit?
More girls!
He ignored his dirty look. Wasn't that helpful?
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This Phony looked suspiciously high maintenance. But all her mystery was indeed rather intriguing...until she took off her sunnies and he tried not to laugh. Noel was cute when she was trying to scheme.
"You win indeed, Miss Mystery Phony. Fine, it's my turn..."
What do vous zink iz ze more importanted? ze beauty of ze inzidez or ze beauty of ze outzidez?
Inside - 'cause we're all genetically modified anyway, so the outside is bound to be fine.
Do vous believe in ze true lovez?
Never really thought about it. Maybe I'll know if I run into it!
Do vous zink zat every phony 'az zome phony for zem??
Everybody has somebody for them, especially if you're not too picky. He beamed brightly.
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Fireflight belatedly noticed that too many Phonies had a substance addiction that was evident in their questions. Maybe it was time for an Phony intervention...after all these questions...
What is your favorite flavor of pocky?
I don't eat Pocky. Calm down, man! Er, there's manly Pocky right? Okay Man Pocky it is.
What is the craziest thing you've ever done?
Oh man I don't even know. Free fall with a last-second wing release? Actually, probably the last time I pulled Quill's tail after we became adults. Don't try that. It grows, but the aftermath is not fun.
If you had a different name, what would it be?
Can't think of anything. But if I were a scary balding monk I'd totally go for 'Friarfright'.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 1:27 pm
My word - were all these Phonies looking for feedback? He had hoped for some human(oid, at least) customers - who were far more likely to actually pay - but...ah. Nevertheless, feedback was still feedback, he might yet glean some important information from this night.
...Though this optimism was quickly eviscerated as he came face-to-face with, of all Phonies, TACO first. His freezing unenthusiasm, unfortunately, was not enough to discourage the self-proclaimed rockstar from answering his questions, and - good Lord. There was nothing for it but to move on as quickly as possible:
What is your favorite thing about TACO?
That you prove our facilities are professional enough to produce anything a customer might desire. Anything.
If you could be with TACO for only one night, how would you spend it?
Far, far away.
Hypothetically, if you were stranded on a desert island with TACO, and could only bring one karaoke CD with you, what song would you like TACO to sing to you repeatedly until a rescue team arrives?
The sound of silence. Oh - pardon me, you said song?
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- So quickly, in fact, that he nearly sprung back as he looked up into...into...what was it? He knew every Phony in the book and this was not one - thankfully, or their QC officer would be looking at, to put it in the vernacular, a long walk off a short pier. As it were, he blinked; he blinked again. To put it simply, he was at a loss for words. But it would not be seemly to be rude...a customer was a customer after all, and she seemed...something enough, he would have to think of the appropriate word later.
You lookin' for a good time?
I'm looking for feedback.
What's your favorite Pokémon?
I'm sorry - ...miss, I'm not at liberty to discuss other licensed franchises unless authorised.
What's the sexiest place you can think of? Doesn't have to be romantic, just sexy.
...I'm sorry.
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He'd never thought he would see the day where Negative's unorthodox visage came as a welcome relief, but here it was. The purple sparingly-Phony seemed...distracted? Perhaps he, too, had come away from a feedback round with their unusual visitor not long before. He could hardly blame him in that case.
Wouldjer call yerself a nice person?
I would call myself efficient, and efficiency is nice.
What're yer hobbies?
Organisation.
Wot's yer opinion on fellers what eat dead animals?
If these fellows are eating dead animals raw, I would appreciate it if they did so where customers who are not in the habit of eating dead animals raw might not see them.
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He had been almost pleased to finally see a normal Phony - but normal was sadly relative in Phonyland. After having to endure a desperately uncomfortable session of enforced mane-petting (how he hated others touching his hair - no, no, bad time to have traumatic flashbacks to an idiotic yellow-and-red pegasus baby), he was practically eager to start answering her questions:
Do you like candy canes? If not, please move along and don’t waste any more of my time.
I do not have a particular opinion on ca - *is moved along*
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Ah, yes. This was much better. Miss Bon was a sight for sore eyes - though she did look rather feverish, perhaps she had been working too hard? It was admirable of her to attend such a session even when she was ill; evidently feedback for her bakery meant this much to her - he had to approve. Her last answer was certainly helpful: yes, if the staff members could be seen enjoying themselves at the Phonyland shops, the customers would likely be encouraged to patronise them; he made a mental note to visit her cafe more often. He would endeavour to provide good feedback to her questions too.
What sort of hobbies do you have?
Organisation. *after a moment's pause, feeling, from her shimmering eyes, that she expected more, perhaps - oh, of course - in relation to her work * And research. I enjoy collating information. Your lovely cafe is a conducive environment for it. With the park-wide wifi, it is one of the best spots in Phonyland to for a visitor with a laptop to spend some time.
What is your favorite dessert?
Anything of quality - as yours always are, Miss Bon. I have noticed that the fruit tarts and colder desserts have been especially popular with visitors in this long summer, but your delicate cakes are always a classic.
How would you spend a quiet evening?
Yes, you are right, I have been remiss - your bakery is a good place to visit on quiet days. I shall endeavour to come by the next time I have an evening off.
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He too had to approve of Miss Puff - she was as applied as her sister, and often kept that flamboyant songster in his place. He nodded diligently as he noted her very useful answers - though...a seven? They must improve. Ah, yes - it was true, their plans for the other areas of the park had been stalled for too long. A date would have to be put on them soon. Very good, the sisters were salvaging this night. He would do his best with her questions as well.
What is your favorite smell?
Crisp paper. But from the sales figures, it seems that fruit and food scents appear invitingly novel to our visitors.
How would you make a filly feel special?
*tilting his head in slight puzzlement, he rattled off a rote response* While we do not particularly encourage modifications past manufacture, there are procedures we can perform to add or enhance features of choice. *or did she mean...* But, yes, a visit to your perfumerie would also help - particularly if you could engineer a custom scent for them?
If you looked in the mirror and saw your true self, would you be happy with what you saw?
*he took a moment to consider how this could be related to perfume, but could not figure out a way for scents to be represented visually in this scenario and gave up* Happiness is hardly necessary, but I would have no complaints with our manufacturing process.
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Fireflight had that look on this face. That look that meant he was enjoying himself - much too much. He didn't like that look at all, nor his maddeningly flippant answers - this was a serious exercise!
What's the most exciting thing you can think of right now?
Fireflight, this is a very inefficient way to ask customers what improvements they would like to see.
What's the first thing that comes to mind when I say..."FIRE!"
Oh for - you should simply ask outright if they are aware of our emergency evacuation plan.
Is Silent Quill a stick in the mud?
GET BACK TO WORK.
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He stared uncomprehendingly at Miss Noel for a moment - why was she wearing sunglasses indoors? Perhaps it had something to do with the style of the season. It was a domain outside of his expertise, but he heard it told Miss Noel knew all about it.
What do vous zink iz ze more importanted? ze beauty of ze inzidez or ze beauty of ze outzidez?
Our manufacture can guarantee both to the customer's satisfaction...though we are not liable for what may happen on the inside after the product has been delivered.
Do vous believe in ze true lovez?
It can be arranged if the customer so desires.
Do vous zink zat every phony 'az zome phony for zem??
It can be guaranteed only if the customer commissions a specific mate.
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And finally, the last Phony. Glico should be alright, not too many nasty surprises. He was just about ready for this strange night to end.
What is your favorite flavor of pocky?
Marble green tea and chocolate...not that I'd know anything about that.
What is the craziest thing you've ever done?
Trust Fireflight.
If you had a different name, what would it be?
If you are looking to use a pseudonym, please approach the authorities for the appropriate procedures so that it may be registered in the Official Phony Census. Do note that pseudonyms are not recommended, unless under extenuating circumstances.
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 5:09 pm
Wilma worked the circuit backwards, starting with the black-and-white male who’d arrived late. She really had her eye on the fella with the lipstick, but all of the ponies seemed to be making a beeline for him. He must be a real big spender! But for now, she was sussing out this little guy, and you never knew when a little q-and-a plus a little t-and-a would land you some m-and-m-a (monetary and material assets). Smiling winningly/predatorily, she answered the pony’s questions.
What is your favorite flavor of pocky?
“Pocky? I don’t think I’ve ever had that… but… hm. It’s that cookie stick dipped in flavor, right? Well, then, if it looks like that, I’ll take the biggest one you’ve got!”
What is the craziest thing you've ever done?
At this question, Wilma’s eyes widened. Her already tiny pupils shrank even further. She seemed to enter a brief fugue state and shook just a little bit. “Oh. Oh honey. You… I… Wilma can’t tell you about that. You’re too sweet to do that to.”
If you had a different name, what would it be?
“Now that’s a good question, sweetie. Picking a name’s hard! And there’s so many good ones… I think that if I wasn’t Wilma Fingerdu, I’d be Bang Bang La Desh or Bessie Mae Mucho. Or Donna Matrix.”
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Moving on, she encountered a pony all dressed to the nines. She musta been here to meet somebody in particular- Wilma knew that when you fancied up like that, it was ‘cos some man or other had expressed a preference. The gal’s accent was a little hard to dig- she must have somebody with a flair for the exotic after her tail. With a knowing wink, she thought about her answers.
What do vous zink iz ze more importanted? ze beauty of ze inzidez or ze beauty of ze outzidez?
“Take it from Wilma- it’s what’s under the clothes that counts.”
Do vous believe in ze true lovez?
“...ten years ago, I mighta answered this differently, but y’know? I can’t say that I do, sugarlips. True love ain’t something that can be bought and paid for, and trust me- everything in this world can be bought for the right price.”
Do vous zink zat every phony 'az zome phony for zem??
“Sure thing! Maybe not just one, though. There might be two or three folks who are just right for you. You should try ‘em all out, make sure they fit right.”
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The next pony on her backwards circuit had wings. He made Wilma think of all the fun things one could do with a feather. If he was interested, she could show him. Later. Question time now!
What's the most exciting thing you can think of right now?
The black and pink creature leaned across the table and grabbed the pegasus by the ear. She whispered horrible, terrible things into it- things that would warp the mind and twist the soul, things that would make an elder god scream the safeword into the abyss. Things that she was more than willing to do for fifty dollars.
What's the first thing that comes to mind when I say..."FIRE!"
“Chlamydia. It’s ok, though- I don’t have it. Wilma’s clean.”
Is Silent Quill a stick in the mud?
“I can’t say I know this Silent Quill, but a night with Wilma will loosen him right up if you think he’s too uptight. I do groups.”
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The next pony was so… concerned-looking that Wilma was sure that this must be that Silent Quill the pegasus had talked about. She waggled her eyebrows at him and attempted to rub his shoulder as she answered his questions.
How have you enjoyed your experience with us in Phonyland?
“Well, I can’t say I’ve been here too long. But I’ve had a good time so far. Of course, it could be better… don’t you think?” she said, winking.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the quality of our service?
“It’s a pretty nice place. I haven’t seen enough of it to give it any kind of a real rating, though. What kinda health services do you have? Free access to, y’know, safety things? Police who are easily bribed? Tell me ‘bout that stuff and I’ll give you a number.”
How may we better serve you upon your next visit?
Wilma stared up into space, deep in thought for a moment. It looked as though she was pondering the very nature of questioning, of the universe, of everything.
“More corndogs.”
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The next pony was another mare, with fur as dark as Wilma’s own. She smelled real pretty, like a flower. Or a corndog.
What is your favorite smell?
“Oooooh-ee, I sure do love me the smell of that Axe body spray!”
How would you make a filly feel special?
“Aw, sugar. Wilma makes everypony feel special. It’s my special talent, y’might say. I’d get to know you first, talk a little, ask you what you like, and then I’d work my magic. But I can’t work that magic in public, baby.”
If you looked in the mirror and saw your true self, would you be happy with what you saw?
“H-hey, now, why would you be askin’ little ol’ me that question?” Wilma’s smile slipped for just a moment, but was hastily met with a larger grin. “C’mon now. Look at this body. Wouldn’t you be happy?”
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Sitting near the dark pony was a splotchy mare, a cute little thing to be sure. Wilma didn’t think this one looked much like a paying customer, but one never knew. Maybe her questions would be a bit more revealing.
What sort of hobbies do you have?
“I collect toys! Wanna come back to my place and see ‘em, sweet thing?”
What is your favorite dessert?
“Corn dogs.”
How would you spend a quiet evening?
“I’d hang out on the corner of Wabash and Sheffield and try to make my evening a little less quiet. I abhor quiet evenings, darlin’! Ain’t good for business.”
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The next pony was yet another mare. Wilma liked dudes and ladies, but was becoming anxious for another male. After all, she could see her lipstick’d Romeo just a few tables over! The stripey-maned lass was a charming-looking little thing, if perhaps a little… minty.
Do you like candy canes? If not, please move along and don’t waste any more of my time.
“Lord, girl! Candy canes are my favorite thing! Well, one of ‘em, anyways. I got this real neat trick I can do where I take two of ‘em and then lick the ends all rounded and slick- the trick is to not get ‘em pointy, but smooth- and then… well, to tell you would ruin the thing. But I can show you later, if you’d like.”
Do you fall asleep ALL the time? If not, please inform me of any other interesting quirks or habits you may have which I will enjoy helping you fix later.
“Naw, I’m pretty much wakeful, my little peppermint patty. And I don’t consider them habits that need fixin’- I consider ‘em assets.”
What is your favourite thing to do EVER? (PS. Mine is eating candy canes, and yours should be too.)
“Ain’t nothin’ in this world I like more than gettin’ paid, sugarcube.”
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The penultimate stallion was a funny-lookin’ feller with a jaggedy mouth. Wilma thought that he looked vaguely familiar… like she’d seen somebody who looked much like him once. Not gotten to know him or anything- she’d just noticed him in passing- but those eyes looked dang familiar. She’d have to check up on this once she got back to her home. If this guy was interested in paying up, maybe his doppelganger would be, too!
Wouldjer call yerself a nice person?
“Sure thing, cutie! If that’s what you want. Nice, naughty, innocent, strict- from the blushing schoolgirl to the leather mama, ol’ Wilma can do any act in the book!”
What're yer hobbies?
Again with the hobby question. Ponies sure were interested in what you did in your spare time! But if her potential clients knew what she liked… “I collect toys. Y’know. Special toys. I got this one, looks like a duck- it’s real cute. I can show you, if you want- you and that little splotchy gal, she seemed kinda interested, too.”
Wot's yer opinion on fellers what eat dead animals?
“Different strokes for different folks, honeybee. I don’t care what a gentleman caller does, so long as I don’t have to go to the hospital and he pays on time.”
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Finally. Wilma had been looking forward to talking to this guy all night. She knew she’d seen him before- in her dreams. Hastily, she adjusted her hair, her body, her package (of breath mints- she had worried that her breath might not be minty fresh) and batted her eyes a few times before answering his questions.
What is your favorite thing about TACO?
“Aw, baby. You can’t ask me to pick.”
If you could be with TACO for only one night, how would you spend it?
“We’d drink champagne- tastes just like cherry cola- all night under electric candlelight. Then we’d get the hell outta the club, find ourselves a casino with a high roller’s suite, and then? Then I’d take you to heaven.” She smacked her lips on the word heaven, showing off.
Hypothetically, if you were stranded on a desert island with TACO, and could only bring one karaoke CD with you, what song would you like TACO to sing to you repeatedly until a rescue team arrives?
“Y’know the Kinks?” Wilma asked in a dark brown voice. “That song they got about a man and a real lady? Lola? That’s my favorite song of all time. I’d sure love to hear you sing it.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:37 pm
Glico hadn't really much encountered TACO.. Which could possibly be a good thing. Or a bad thing, since you don't know to avoid something or not if you don't know them.
What is your favorite thing about TACO?
Glancing TACO over, he pondered consideringly. "The streamers on your legs." They reminded him of rainbow pocky.
If you could be with TACO for only one night, how would you spend it?
"Hanging out snacking on pocky." Actually, that was how he spent most nights, anyway.
Hypothetically, if you were stranded on a desert island with TACO, and could only bring one karaoke CD with you, what song would you like TACO to sing to you repeatedly until a rescue team arrives?
"Anata mo Watashi mo Pocky." 8D <--Glico's face. Why yes, he just choose something that just repeats the same thing over and over again.
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Blinking, he wasn't sure what to make of this phony... A phony? Was it a phony phony?
You lookin' for a good time?
He smiled brightly. "Good times are always good!"
What's your favorite Pokémon?
Hmmm... Did he have a favorite Pokémon? It was hard to choose one, there was soo many. "Is there one that likes pocky?"
What's the sexiest place you can think of? Doesn't have to be romantic, just sexy.
Sexiest? He usually didn't think about weither a place was sexy or not... "The... Kitchen?"
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He thought he might have seen this phony in a booth somewhere near his, but he wasn't sure. He was quite an interesting character though, to be sure.
Wouldjer call yerself a nice person?
"I... think so?" Well, he hoped he would be considered a nice person, anyway.
What're yer hobbies?
"Collecting Pocky boxes." And eating the contents, but that was taken as a given.
Wot's yer opinion on fellers what eat dead animals?
He considered this for several moments. "To each their own."
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Glico chuckled at her candy cane induced hyper-ness.
Do you like candy canes? If not, please move along and don’t waste any more of my time.
Nodding. "I prefer pocky, but candy canes are good too."
Do you fall asleep ALL the time? If not, please inform me of any other interesting quirks or habits you may have which I will enjoy helping you fix later.
"Not all the time. I suppose... Getting my head stuck in bags to get at pocky?" He flushed slightly embarrassed. Sometimes he still managed to do that even in his changed form.
What is your favourite thing to do EVER? (PS. Mine is eating candy canes, and yours should be too.)
Easy question. "Eating pocky." A sagely nod accompanied this statement.
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Ah! Bon Appetit! His fellow changing phony! Also one of the few phony's he'd interacted with. He really did need to mingle more, didn't he? But he was happy to be talking to Bon.
What sort of hobbies do you have?
"Collecting and eating pocky." He chuckled. "Which is so much easier to do with thumbs!"
What is your favorite dessert?
"Dessert Pocky!" Did that count? Just to be sure he added. "... Uhh... Well, I like most desserts as long as they are tasty! Though the ones you make are particularly tasty!"
How would you spend a quiet evening?
"Taking a walk while eating pocky and thinking about what things might be interesting pocky flavors."
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Oh! It was Bon's sister!
What is your favorite smell?
"Freshly baked pocky!" Courtesy of the GourmetPhony Pocky Shoppe, of course.
How would you make a filly feel special?
That was a tough question. Glico wasn't really sure what would make a filly feel special. "Design a pocky after her?"
If you looked in the mirror and saw your true self, would you be happy with what you saw?
"If my true self was made of pocky, I think I'd be very happy."
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Ah, Silent Quill, the phony in charge of the place! Hadn't had much opportunity to talk to him before.
How have you enjoyed your experience with us in Phonyland?
"It's been great here!"
On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the quality of our service?
Hmmm, the service? "8? 9?"
How may we better serve you upon your next visit?
"Pocky gift bags!" The best service possible in Glico's mind!
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Fire Flight either for that matter...
What's the most exciting thing you can think of right now?
"What the next pocky flavor that will be released will be!"
What's the first thing that comes to mind when I say..."FIRE!"
"FIREWORKS!" He exclaimed with an excited smile.
Is Silent Quill a stick in the mud?
"Looks more like a phony than a stick." Innocent smile.
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As he hadn't met Noel before, had he? He certainly didn't recognize her here, all he could think was what an interesting get-up this phony had... Was he suppose to dress up before coming? Nah, the others didn't seem to have dressed up. Though some of them were more outlandish in appearance than this phony. Maybe he should experiment with pocky inspired outfits...
What do vous zink iz ze more importanted? ze beauty of ze inzidez or ze beauty of ze outzidez?
He frowned in contemplation. This question seemed to confused him a bit. "For a phony, I think inside... But for pocky, they are all biscuit sticks inside, and but different on the outside." The contemplation of pocky philosophy is important after all.
Do vous believe in ze true lovez?
"True love? Perhaps, hadn't really given it much thought." Aside from his true love of pocky of course...
Do vous zink zat every phony 'az zome phony for zem??
Another tough question. "I suppose so?"
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