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Applejack languished on her side at the bottom of the bubble with her eyes closed, still dizzy from the awful experience. She was only dimly aware that some new pony had magically appeared on top of the pinball machine and was currently talking with the fillies. Their voices were too enormous and muffled for her to follow, but there was another voice she couldn't help but hear nattering away nearby. "Oh, you have made G.A.P so happy A.J.Exclamation Point!" said her tormentor. "Finally the high scorer has returned, all thanks to you and your little friends. Finally we shall be reunited!" Applejack rolled open an unsteady eye and looked up at

Applejack threw open the double doors of her family's extra large storage shed, ready to confront the machine once and for all. "Showdown time," she muttered to herself with a confident smirk. The late morning sun sliced into the building's darkness through the gaps in its plank walls, covering everything inside with long stripes of light. Three of those stripes fell on the terrible machine, which stood against the back wall between the rickety spare market wagon and a few stacks of splintering crates. With its greasy old plug pulled out of the socket and a tarp thrown over part of its casing it looked like the harmless piece of junk that it