Sunset: “Are you sure I can’t do something else? Please? I don’t want to go out there…”  
Pinkie: “Nope. You made a Pinkie promise. No one gets out of a Pinkie promise, not even my bestest of friends.”  
Sunset: “Oh come on! How was I supposed to know Applejack was so good at Street Fighter?”  
Pinkie: “Yeah, that was kinda weird.”  
Applejack: “Hey now, it ain’t that weird. Just ‘cause a girl works hard doesn’t mean she can’t play hard too.”  
Sunset: “I guess… still, I’d really rather do something else. Anything but this, really.”  
Applejack: “Sunset, quit being a sore loser and put the whipped cream on already.”  
Pinkie: “Yeah, what she said! Remember, if you don’t complete the bet in the next ten minutes, then you’ll have to run around the block without any whipped cream at all! I mean, I do that all the time, but I’m guessing you don’t want to. Am I right?”  
Sunset: “Ugh… Yes, Pinkie. You’re right. I don’t want to.”  
Pinkie: “Then suit up already, girl! Battery power’s a-wasting!”  
Sunset: “What was that?”  
Pinkie: “Nothing~”

As if her nipples needed the help.

“Okay, here it is, like I told you. Now what do you want with all this whipped cream?”

She’s so cute