"God..Rarity acts like everything is supposed to be about dang dress up...ain't THAT supposed to be the biggest problem?!...."

Applejack would just sigh in a frusturated manner, looking off to the distance as she continued to work inside of the barn. The mane 6 would have finished performing and had won the battle of the bands about 3 weeks ago, and everything had went back to pretty much normal ever since. Though Applejack couldn't stop thinking about Rarity's damn dress up obsession during that time. Hell, it was TORTURE for Applejack herself....her green eyes stared at a pot of apple cider, as she picked it up and set it aside. What's the problem with a little dirt anyway??...

"I just ain't understand that gal..always worryin' about dirt and clothes and elegance and designin' a million different dresses when no damn person ain't even ASKED for the god dang thing.."