Fausticorn: Well, what do you think of your new sister Rarity?

Rarity: Mother... I love her! She is so tiny and adorable! I believe I shall name her... SweetieBelle.

Fausticorn: That's not a bad idea for a name. It fits perfectly for her.

SweetieBelle: (opens mouth)

Rarity: Oh Oh!! Mother!! She's opening her mouth! She must be saying her first word!

Fausticorn: Really?! What does she say?!

SweetieBelle: (vomits on Rarity's face.)

Fausticorn: Ummm.... I'm guessing that's her way of saying... I love you big sister! I'll just take her back to her crib.



(later that night, Rarity is still standing in that one spot with the same puke on her face.)



Rarity: (Thinking) Must....not.... Hurt..... SweetieBelle....

Moar Krabs: Do it... Moar!

Rarity: (eye twitches)

Moar: Get rid of it! Moar! Moar! MOAR! MOAR! MOAR! MOAR! MOAR! MOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!

Rarity: I need professional help.