“Look, now really isn’t the time,” I said firmly. Okay, if I was being the voice of maturity, then Stable 99 was officially doomed. I looked at P-21. “The plan’s changed a little. You’re still getting out of here, but I’m going with you.”
“Not happening. You’re big. Noisy. Obnoxious,” he stated flatly.
“Ugly. Oh, and fat,” Daisy threw in.
“Really lazy… a bit of a letch…” Marmalade added. “And her horn’s so tiny…” Hey!
“And female,” he concluded in a tone of finality.Okay. Didn’t I have an ego? Oh, yeah, there it was. That mashed up thing on the floor.
In my headcanon, she starts off somewhat plump in Stable 99, before looking more and more malnourished and rail-thin as the weeks in the wasteland wear her down, and then when she goes cyborg, she fattens back up slightly. You know, from all the alcohol.
Still, knowing Blackjack there's probable a demonic creature hiding in her tummy just waiting for come out and try and kill her and her friends as well as anypony unlucky enough to cross paths with it. After several days of tracking it down and ready to kill it, she'll end up taking pity on the thing and likely get blown up, shot, stabbed, set on fire, or exploded while on fire after being shot by a knife that stabbed her in the back because it was ironic.
Also, awesome pic.