Ask, Tell, Or Dare The Wonderbolts.

Eighteen

So I'm just going to let you know that updates for all of my stories will be less frequent because I'm going back to in person learning. Anyways-

Spitfire: I'm older...obviously. 

Blaze: Yeah, everyone knows that you love to brag and yell. 

Spitfire: Blaze, how dare you? I spend only 5% of my time yelling.

Rainbow Dash: HAH! If only that were true. 

Spitfire: I'm not yelling right now, am I?

Rainbow Dash: You'll be yelling soon enough.

Fleetfoot: Yeah, I agree.

Blaze: Just to be clear, I'm younger although you could technically say I'm more mature than Spitfire. 

Fire Streak: That's 100% not true. Blaze... Du er latter!

Rainbow Dash: No! It's Du er latterlig! My gosh, I can't even deal with this nonsense right now.

Fire Streak: Hey, I was pretty close, wasn't it? 

Rainbow Dash: I'll give you a ten out of twenty. 

Fire Streak: Seriously?

Rainbow Dash: Men for å være ærlig uttalte du ikke engang ordet riktig, og du hoppet over halvparten av setningen.

Fire Streak: Samme det.

Wave Chill: Spitfire and Blaze are going to battle. 

Blaze: THIS IS WHY EVERYONE HATES HOW YOU TALK TO US!

Spitfire: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE WAY I TALK TO YOU!

Soarin: Well you do yell at us a lot-

Spitfire: NO ONE WAS ASKING YOU!

Blaze: SEE WHAT I MEAN? SOARIN IS TRYING TO MAKE A POINT!

Fleetfoot: Who'th got popcorn?

High Winds: Me!

Fleetfoot: Thare, pleathe! I'm hungry. 

Soarin: Give me it first!

Rainbow Dash: *grabs popcorn and pours it into a giant pool* Here, stop fighting. 

Misty Fly: I call dibs!

Surprise: There is no such thing as dibs!

Thunderlane: It's mine!

Sky Stinger: No, it's mine!