Twilight Sparkle was running down the streets of PonyVille. She realized that Spike, her purple bad dragon companion, was thrown in the god damn oven back at her tree home library thing or whatever the fuck it is. Good lord I fucking suck at this shit. I'd rather rip my penis off while performing sexual intercourse with a live chicken.

"Oh Celesta! I have to get there on time or the ghost of Adolf Hitler will fuck me!" she yelled. All of the other ponies were watching her retarded ass run down the street. She finally made it to her home and busted down the door like a police officer busting a nigger for owning 200 pounds of crack cocaine in San Francisco, California.

She saw Spike, DEAD in the oven. He was all black and burnt to a crisp. It would make a clansman blush. Imagine just walking into your kitchen and seeing your friend dead in the fucking oven.

Just then, Donald Trump walked in. "We have a hurricane. Uh, not good". He ran off to fight some liberals and to win the 2024 election. What the hell is this story?

Twilight ignored her dead friend and the fact that Donald fucking Trump, the greatest President ever was in her house for like, I don't know, 5 seconds? Don't get pissy with me just because I'm probably wrong with how long he was there. I'm not like Tom Brady where I can fuck a football RAW and win every god damn game.

"All of this nonsense has made me hungry".

She went to her fridge and got some tea and drank that shit. She threw her cup across the room and it landed, breaking into a million pieces. Did you know that James Gunn, the director of the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, participated in a "pedophile party"? Crazy huh?

Just then, Fluttershy walked in without warning or making a sound.

"Ummm, excuse me, Twilight. I just wanted to know if you wanted to fuck me hard?" she asked. Captain Price from Modern Warfare kicked her in the face.

"Soap trusted you, I thought I could too. So why in the bloody hell does Makarov know you?!"

Twilight had enough of this shit and blew her own brains out with a piano. Thanks AVGN. Captain Price stomped on Fluttershy's head. Her loud screams and cries of pain could be heard from miles away, but nobody gives a fuck.

Fluttershy's head was no more, and Captain Price walked into the sunset.

The End.