Pipp: Izzy’s voice tastes like skittles. Sunny’s hair vibrates to the sound of punk rock. The Moon really does smell like waffles. I can see hairless apes draped in cloth with my sister’s mane style and they’re so ugly.
 
Sunny: What’re “skittles” and what’s a “punk” rock?  
Izzy: Uh oh, somepony’s breaking the fourth wall.  
Hitch: Yeah… I’m pretty… ha, I’m pretty. Get it, because I’m handsome. Get it.  
Zipp: …  
*Crickets*  
Hitch: *AHEM* I’m pretty sure this is illegal. And if it isn’t, it should be.  
Sunny: Well, I think you’re pretty, Hitch.  
Hitch: Aw, thanks.
 
Izzy: And that ship has now set sail.