Twilight: Y-you read it!

Spike: Are you s-

T: YES!

S: Okay. Geez! You didn't complain when I burped a letter after I ate all that garlic bread.

T: That's different.

S: How so?

T: *sigh* Can you please read the letter?

S: Okay! Okay! Umm...

T: WhatY What does she say?

S: Princess Celestia invited you to a... Spa session with her?

T: Huh? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! She never invited for doing something this private with her! I must response quickly! I-

S: See? Even if I received that way, the letter was still great news.

T: Yeah. But now I will remember this day for the rest of my life and... that included.

S: You're welcome.

T: *groan* J-just... give me moment to write a response letter.

Ten minutes later.

T: Here Spike. Send it right away.

Mid-breathing, he stopped.

S: Do you think I should... fart on it instead, because.... you know?

Twilight glared at him.

S: I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Geez! No humor today.