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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Mustard was dancing.
    She was doing the wormy dance to a certain k-pop track, wiggling on the cold ground. Beside her lay a mini stereo, blasting out words she couldn't understand, but sounded nice against the peppy, joy-filled music.
    The pastel yellow she-cat continued her little dance, and when the track came to an end, she simply turned it up once again. She'd continue this for quite a while before someone would come by and make an awkward face at her.
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    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

    [align=center][fancypost bordercolor=transparent][align=left][color=white][size=11pt]//omg, I tried so hard not to laugh when writing this.


    Ooh, this music was definetly Pinkie's jam. From a scale of one to ten on how Pinkie was to rate the music. it would definetly be a ten. The rose-pink pony trotted over to Mustard, she had definetly seen her before, on Pinkie's first day she saw her although the vibrant pony didn't know she was into dancing! The pony bounced over to Mustard and peered at her with her sparkling sky coloured eyes, oh how wiggly and jiggly her worm impression was. Pinkie Pie was jealous, suddenly she dropped to the ground and attempted to out wiggle her opponent with swift and wiggly wormy motions. A determined look was fixed onto her face. "No one out wiggles Pinkie Pie!" she yelled.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]"Competition, eh?" Mustard asked of her wiggly rival. "Don't mind if I do!" she declared, a competitive grin lacing her face.
    She tried to wiggle a tad more intensely, puffing out her cheeks while doing so, her face reddening from the pressure. While Mustard was doing quite well, she had to admit Pinkie was a worthy foe in such a sporting event. The rosy equine was actually doing a bit better, as Mustard looked more like a drunk caterpillar with coffee jitters.
    //#wormydanceforolympics2016
    gah, sorry for the lateness ;w;
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    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek