You haphazardly grab the bucket. As long as it’s some sort of liquid it’s bound to put out the fire, right? You throw the contents onto Fluttershy, and watch as the flames suddenly explode into a raging inferno.
Congratulations! You just threw gasoline onto a flaming pony! And it’s Fluttershy too, so I guess Satan’s going to reserve you a nice, special place in hell.
In any case, you need to cover your ears as Fluttershy’s pitch heightens. Why did she have gasoline lying around on the floor? I guess you’ll never know, since the only pony who could’ve told you is now in the process of becoming well-done.
“Right, um, I can see you’re a little busy.”
“AAAAAHHHH!” Fluttershy responds.
“Okay, I’m going to assume that means ‘goodbye’.”
“AAAHHHH!” the pegasus adds.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”
You make like a banana and split.
> Hopefully the next pony won’t own a fireplace.