Celestia: Oh Luna, I'm tired, how about you raise the sun today?
Luna: Oh no, I'm going to fall for your trolololo-ing today.
Celestia: I'll raise the moon for you tonight then. Please?
Luna: Fine. *touches sun* OW! That hurt!
Celestia: Whoops forgot to give you my oven hoof mitts. Problem?
Luna: FFFFFFUUUUUU-
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