Pangle pangle pangle.

Now, where was I?

Oh, okay. So here we are with a Twilit and a this-orange. They are both important to the importance.

We start out with suddenly, a movie called Twalight's middle name is Pirandello. It's only because the this-orange who is God said so. She begins to pace around the library. All of the libraries. She looks up at the orange she looks up to. "What do I do? You did it!" she exclaiming.

"Cracka, I ain't got time for your shit," the God-Empress replies from the this-orange. "I'm waiting for my newspaper. It should arrive here shortly and soon."

"But those are the same-word!" a movie called Twalight replied exassperatedly. (get it it's funny because it has ass in it)

"I understand"""""

"Do you?" Spike replied. "Do you, or do I? You am no real super sand, bro."

"Cracka, I ain't got time for your shit," the God-Empress replies from the that-orange. "I am."

Suddenly, our heroes are in Applejack. It's very refreshing. It tasted like cough syrup, but that's open to interpretation. Luna didn't exist. Everyone was sad. Because Luna is important and stuff, and if she didn't happen, I'd do. You overstand, right?

Twiligh looked up at the ceiling-cheese. It was covered with cheese. But that was okay with her. There was an explosion of teats that made her sad, as though Luna had un-existed again. God, goddamn, goddammit, I'm choking on the celery of my thoughts.

Applejack is a train station. It tasted like cough syrup again. Twilight was levitating the orange of importance before her. Suddenly, it became very dark. Everypony died and so did their parents and Fluttershy cried. Then it became un-dark. It was not sad. Everypony stopped being dead and their hearts were filled with e. e. cummings.

anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't but he danced his did

Poem break was over. Twilight cuddled up on god-orange's lap. "Aw, is it finished already?" she whined.

The orange replied with a word that wasn't a word but sounded like one and Twilght felt something warm in her up-skidoodles. She felt uncomfortable around the god-orange. "Spike?" she called out for him as I mentioned.

"WHOO!" Spike replied. He wasn't able to say much else since he stretched out his hung-himself.

Our budget has fallen like Prime. We will be back shortly, but after we