Applejack: she clawed over 100 yards, which I reckon is the length of 5 ping pong tables, again not so good with the math

“I wish I could tell you that Rarity fought the good fight, and the Diamond Dogs let her be. I wish I could tell you that, but prison is no fairy-tale world.”

And now you’re imagining Applejack as narrated by Morgan Freeman.

F**K.

Is this the movie where they try to escape by sliding through a livewire in a thunderstorm?

I have no idea to this day what those two Manehatten mares were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last mare and colt in Canterlot felt free.

Rarity waded through a literal river of shit that night, only to come out clean on the other side.