Discord laid back on a cotton candy cloud, drinking chocolate milk out of a loopy straw.
He yawned, stretching his limbs for a nice good stretch.
Oh, how he loved his life as an all powerful magical being.
No worries.
No hardships.
And no sorrows.
The annoying alicorn princesses always tried to make Discord to work with them, but his answer is always 'no'.
Why work when he could relax?
He doesn't even like those stupid ponies.
The mismatched creature put on his green sunglasses.
He could help the ponies and actually make his magic useful.
Nah.
He would be lazy and sloth-like than help ponies.