>Day twelve in 'Earth'
>I can't stand this anymore, but I have no choice.
>This... "human" has taken me into his home and promised to shelter me from the evils of this world.
>Some of these 'human' have tried to do unspeakable things to me.
>One of them tried to take me to his shop, but did not mention he was trying to use me as an ingredient of his "pu pu platter".
>That was when I met Anonymous.
>I owe him so much for what he's done.
>He's such a gentlecolt!
>He goes out of his way to make sure that I'm comfortable.
>... But there was one thing I cannot stand about him.
>He always wears a tacky, mustard yellow shirt.
>The thing is atrocious and looks completely vile.
>I can't stand to look at the thing! It's a plight against fashion!
>For the past few days, when he was out at work, I would take the shirt from out of his closet and throw it out.
>But it keeps coming back!
>So I decided to do some investigation work. (I am not 'snooping', just merely investigating.)
>He told me that the only rule he had was not to enter his room.
>Some times, though, a lady must bend the rules to find out important information.
>As I walked into his room, a smell caught my attention.
>It smelled... spicy.
>Looking around, I followed the trail of the smell.
>It led to the closet, the smell burnt my nose as it coursed through it.
>I was almost hesitant to open the door, but I needed to know what was behind this door.
>Something inside told me that it would answer the question to the reappearing shirt.
>Slowly, I began to open the door and peer inside.
>I regretted it almost instantly.
>Inside was a tub of... MUSTARD.
>Several shirts hung over it, all colored like the liquid in the tub.
>I stepped back, appalled by the sight.
>As I backed up, I bumped into something standing behind me.
>I looked up into the eyes of Anon.
"Oh, Anon! Why are you home so early?"
>"Rarity," he started, "I can't believe you MUSTARD the courage to come in here!"