“I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days.”
“Vhere?! Vhere haff you been sending it?!”
When you're enjoying a quiet morning's reading, one does not expect to be suddenly assaulted with bread. Nor, in the space of a few seconds, does one expect it to happen again. And again.
Once the deluge of loaves has finished, Twilight Sparkle can't help but do a little magical probing…
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Image taken from the video that inspired this fic. Clicky-click.
I mostly hate crossovers, and thing along that similar vain. But that sir was very well done, I'd tip my hat to you but I used them all on TF2 hats for the pyro.
4568387 Danke schön, danke schön...
It's a silly little one-shot, but the idea popped into my head a short while after writing it and I just had to do it.
You have successfully seduced me.
4569621 I was wondering how long it would take someone to reference that.
But now I am sad, because I remember how much I wanted the game that is your name, and I never got it.
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*pats your head*
huh.
this be gud.
4577988 Why thank you, kind sir/madam. I will be taking the time to view your own version of these events later this evening.
I liked this.
I TELEPORTED BREAD!
I TELEPORTED BREEEAAAADDDDDD!