Soon, the room contained billions of divines. Pinkie enjoyed how the room expanded to fit the gods and goddesses. She found it hilarious that they require space. She required no space, for she was space.
Finally, she knew the power was enough.
"YOU FUCKLINGS!" Pinkie boomed. "You are gathered, in the mercy of the Furthest Ring, to play the Ultimate Song. Have you the stomachs?"
Every divine looked down, to discover that they no longer had abdomens. "Of course not!" Pinkie squealed in delight at their confusion. "I have them. You will play the song, or you will not get your precious organs back."
"For fuck's sake!" God shouted. "I need that stomach for binging on Chocolate Orange and milk!"
"Seriously, dude?" Nito, First of the Dead, replied. "I can't eat chocolate and milk at the same time."
"You can't eat anything - You're fucking dead, pal." said Talos.
"Will you two stop bickering?" said Loki. "I'm trying to update my Facebook status!"
"Fuck your Facebook status!" Nito shouted. "We're talking about the abomination of a meal that is chocolate and milk!"
"HI! BILLY MAYS HERE TELLING YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE GODDAMNED BALLS."
"I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm in that other story about that pegasus." Samuel L. Jackson said.
Soon, the entire hall erupted in rioting. Pinkie flashed up a thousand Goatse men to silence the gods with shock.
"Now, if I have your attention..."
The divines assembled. The stage was set, looking above the Omniverse, now painted with a sad face, to alarm the divines into playing.
God looked at Celestia, and Celestia looked at Nito, who freaked the shit out of her.
Pinkie stood above them, a conductor of this band. She cleared her throat, to lead the divines in song.
The words were so terrible that I, as a mere author of My Little Pony fanfiction, cannot tell you them, for if I did, it would blow your fucking mind, like a revelation...or a shotgun. All things considered, it was pretty damn metal. Alas, all you can enjoy is a mental image of Princess Celestia headbanging with God as the universes reset themselves so that the Omniverse was happy again.
And that's...2 rules of writing I just violated. Make that 3, because I used numerals to describe a number. All that's left is to violate the sanctity of human life. Now, where's my coat hanger..?
The Song was played. The Omniverse was fixed. The midsections returned. Pinkie laughed.
The divines returned to their worlds, to drink and shoot up, so they could forget the ordeal, even temporarily. Only God, Jesus and Celestia remained. Jesus took his mother's side.
"Come along, son. I wanna go play Counter Strike."
Jesus summed up all the bravery he could... "Nah. I'm going to Equestria for a while."
"What?"
"What he means is that I'll be looking after him from now on." Celestia said. "Partly because you're shit at parenting and partly because I have more games consoles."
God sighed in defeat. "Fine."
All was happy, and all was nice. Pinkie warped back to her small apartment above the bakery in which her mortal self worked.
Nopony would ever know that she was an invincible demon from the place where immortals dare not accidentally view, as one would when they open a water closet only to find someone wiping their arse.
And in a little way, Pinkie knew that any moment of happiness, though it weakened her, would be nice.
And that, little fucklings, is how West Side rolls.
The End.