>”One!”
>”Whaaaaaa-nah!”
>”Two!”
>”Tooooooooohh-“
>You stop playing Dying light, to the sound of counting coming from your kitchen.
“Cricket....”
>You get up to go investigate.
>You head for the source of the counting, and find it’s coming from Cricket, Thun, and your newest “G5” Pony bootleg “Bump”.
“What’s going on here?”
>Cricket looks at you, her wings glittering like a kid who got caught stealing cookies.
>Thun as usual is staring at her favorite picture of the “pwetty thun “.
>”W-we’re just playing monopoly! I was helping Bump count her cash since I landed on her space!”
“Is that so...?”
>Bump grins.
>”I count to ten! Whaaaaaa-nah! Tuh-oooooooooh!
Thre->>36698480!”
>”No! No! No! That’s not right!”
>Upon further inspection, despite Bump’s difficulties with counting, Cricket is actually cheating.”
>You cock an eyebrow at her.
>”U-uhhh...”
“Cricket...”
>”W-well-“
“Stop cheating or no “Shickkun Nuggies”.”
>”No! Not the nuggies! I hate them!”

>”No! You’re speaking nonsense! That’s what it means!”
>”No! It’s for tell time! ”
>You stop looking up ways to raid /R9k/ with G5 pony memes to a heated argument taking place in the living room.
>With a sigh, you get up from your seat to investigate.
>Cricket, and Bump are facing off, practically touching snoots.
“What are you two doing out here?”
>Cricket buzzes angrily.
>”Bump is being stupid! Everything she says makes no sense! It’s a load of COCK!”
>You double-take at her potty mouth, but before you can respond, Bump chimes in.
>”She wrong! She want to know time so I say look at COCK!”
“CRICKET! BUMP! What’re you saying??”
>The black bootleg changeling queen points an accusing hoof at bump.
>”Tell her she’s wrong! When you say something nonsensical it’s a COCK. A big ol dumb Cock!”
“Uh-“
>”No! It is for the time telling! You look at the cock! You no see time? Put your face against the cock!”
>They wrestle, while you pinch the bridge of your nose.
“You’re both wrong. Also you’re saying something really naughty.”
>Both look at you with shocked eyes.
“Where did you even learn this word from-you haven’t been browsing that mandarin cow sweater knitting forum again, have you?”
>Both girls start to sweat beads of guilt.
“Bump...Cricket....!”
>”It was Thun! She told us!”
>”Yes! Yes! She all about cock! Cock this, and cock that!”
>You look at Thun, who’s focusing on coloring a picture of the sun.
>You look back at the two with an unconvinced curled lip.
“....How many times do I have to teach you this lesson-PRINCESS THUN?!?”
>”Th-Thun?”