(nervously mumbling to herself) “Alright Scootaloo, this is it. The night you finally tell the girls the truth.”

(giggling) “Really Sweetie? The first thing you think of when I say I have a secret is that I’m a serial killer? Apple Bloom’s guess was dumb, but wasn’t nearly that dumb!”

(confused) “Seriously?! Your friend is a changeling and your first question is, ‘Why aren’t you black?!’ Yes, my chitin is orange, but I’m still obviously a changeling!”