I simply cannot let such a crime against fabulosity go uncorrected.
Dearest Spike, you should never be afraid to tell me the truth. We're friends, remember?
Fine, I'm guilty! I wear false eyelashes. Oh, and I took a bite of the cake.
I used to be somepony. I used to be respected! I made dresses. Beautiful, beautiful dresses. But now, everypony is laughing at me. I'm nothing but a laughing stock! Leave me alone! I want to be alone. I want to wallow in, whatever it is that ponies are supposed to wallow in. Do ponies wallow in pity? Oh, listen to me. I don't even know what I'm supposed to wallow in. I'm so pathetic!
Fighting's not really my thing, I'm more into fashion, but I'll rip you to pieces if you touch one scale on his cute little head!