[Comedy][Epistolary]
This is a continuation of a previous chapter of the collection (133 words, [Comedy][Epistolary])
Dear Twilight,
Regarding your plan for Gargantulon's leavings, which you helpfully outlined in the appendix of your latest scroll —
I cannot argue that the plan as stated would fail to accomplish its objectives. Indeed, it is brilliant in its own unique way. Condensing 60 tons of leavings into a neutronium-dense suit of pony-sized armor would provide significant physical protection while not overly taxing my natural alicorn strength; wearing a suit of witheringly radioactive armor to a battlefield would certainly result in (as you so charmingly put it) "causing Equestria's enemies to fall like wheat to the scythe, driving them before [me] and hearing the lamentations of their females"; and your footnote about the odor finishing the radiation's job certainly contains both tactical and jocular merit.
However, I also cannot help but point out that tactical advantage might not be the only factor we wish to consider. First of all, in times of crisis, ponies look to me as their leader, and in times of war my role is to stand at the front of our armies and lead by example. It would be unconscionable for me to don apparel which, due to proximity, would be more lethal to my beloved Equestrians than to my foes. Second, although I have respect for your firm opinion that the advancement of science should not be hobbled by the court of public opinion, please understand that there is a certain … lack of dignity … to the wearing of concentrated feces which would inflict unpleasant social consequences upon me for generations to come. Third, and most importantly, I hope you can imagine the fear and chaos involved if the creator and lead signatory of the Strawsbourg Agreement, the Haygue Convention, AND the Geneighva Protocols were to disregard centuries of her own impassioned diplomacy in order to embrace a weapon of mass destruction.
Again, I must beg you not to take this as a reproach. It is exactly your unconventional approaches to friendship problems which have saved Equestria time and time again, and the last thing I wish to do is restrain your brilliant intellect. However — as I would hope we learned with the little Smarty Pants incident — not all ideas can be winners.
With much love,
Celestia
P.S.: Regarding our Rainbow Dash problem, I attempted to enlist the help of Dr. Linneighus from Canterlot University, but I'm sorry to say he refused. He was apparently enamored with Rainbow's recent suggestion to rename L. guttulus (a small-sized cousin of the common ocelot) from the "southern tigrina" to the "ocelittle".
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My Dearest Twilight Sparkle,
Never mind. We have found the perfect solution to the problem of Gargantulon's leavings. Starswirl the Bearded was visiting, and he took care of the whole mess by banishing them to somewhere they would not cause us any more problems. I can't believe I didn't ask him about this before. He's always been able to get rid of problems like those pesky sirens and cursed artefacts.
Sorry for troubling you.
Celestia
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Twilight,
WHAT DID SHE DO?
- Sunset
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Dear Sunset,
Could you be more specific?
Your friend,
TwiTHE SCHOOL IS COVERED IN RADIOACTIVE CRAP, TWILIGHT.
THE SCHOOL IS COVERED IN RADIOACTIVE CRAP AND MR. DISCORD SAYS IT WASN'T HIS FAULT THIS TIME.
Sunset, ifWHAT. DID. SHE. DO?
I support Rainbow Dash's animal renaming ideas. Ocelittle is brilliant.
I am tempted to write yet another commentfic expanding on this one just so I can see how far the rabbit hole can be dug.
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I stole that joke from Twitter.
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I'm kind of thankful I didn't entitle this one "Dear Princess Twillurium-129." There are only so many isotope puns I can make!
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Oh God. This is pure side-fic material