I’ve just replaced the laws of thermodynamics with interpretive dance. Breakfast is now legally considered a form of currency, and the moon owes me twenty bucks. Proceed accordingly
“Twilight wants bacon?!” Oh no no no alert the Princess of Friendship and Dietary Confusion! We’ve got a unicorn on the brink of a full-blown protein-powered existential crisis! Someone fetch Spike! Someone hide Fluttershy’s animals! Someone tell Applejack to sit down, this is gonna get messy.
"Very funny?” Oh please, I’m intergalactically hilarious. The last time I told a joke, three dimensions collapsed from laughter and a rubber duck achieved enlightenment. Try to keep up, Bairrio.
