Episode 38: Foal Food 🍪 Full Episode | Christmas Baking in Equestria | My Little Pony: Tell Your Tale | MLP G5 (my commentary)

Sunny is sweating because the robot is doing all the work.
It's hard to pull stuff when you don't have any fingers. But Sunny manages it with the power of lazy animators.
Why is she mixing, though? She has a robot mixer for that.
Did she forget to put it in the oven?
Also, she should have let the robot mix in the flour. She obviously did a poor job at it.
Hitch was hiding so he wouldn't have to help.
Why did she make a cake-like dough if she was making cookies?
You gotta do the cooking by the book!
Sunny doesn't want her friends to be happy, she just wants to make herself happy.
After Sunny failed to do a basic dough, she now accepts the challenge of making stuff she's never even heard of before. Good luck with that, Sunny.
And their magical Hasbro toy again. God, I hate that abortion.
And apparently, they have a whole kitchen in there.
The voices in Sunny's head are telling her to do evil.
"Grandma Figgy!" Sunny gives her a heart attack.
Grandma, you've got to teach me some of your karate moves.
"Sunny, guess where I'm going to put this stick?"
"You are not prepared!"

Didn't Sunny just come for the recipe? She had her plan all written down and everything. Why is she failing so much?
"It's all in here." Sunny takes a knife to cut out the recipe.
"Just listen to your heart..." But Sunny did exactly that and everything turned to crap...
And then she goes to Alphabittle.
Cake ghosts. They're a thing.
And back to grandma...
Grandma puts some intimacy into her creation.
And she went back to Alpabettle...
Why do jinxy spoons exist?
And now she's at Zephire Heights.
Sunny being medium sneaky.
Wants to kill the guards but luckily fails at that.
Sunny's superpower is: SPOON
And back at Grandma.
And then she starts infiltrating the palace from the beginning. The guards are now probably dead for real.
Sunny has herself on the pencil. Twilight-cane much?
Sunny manages to copy the first word of the recipe bud decides that that's good enough.
Not sure why she didn't just infiltrate through that one window. Why did she have to leave a bloody trail of dead guards on the hallways if she could have just gotten in through the window?
Sunny cooks like Pinkie Pie.
"I've never seen anypony move fast like that." - but was it fast enough?

She is prepared.
Sunny does the same thing but expects different results. She is now officially insane.
Sunny's hooves failed her. She decides to sacrifice her own heart and performs harakiri.
Sunny learns that LEWD solves everything.
Sunny performed the ritual, but cake ghosts have developed immunity.
It's alive!
It wouldn't be a real cult if they didn't sacrifice themselves by eating Sunny's cookies.
Their past lives flash before their eyes as they draw their last breath.
Their insides burn so they want to speed up their deaths by eating more.
Her friends know Sunny so well. They all know she's a self-absorbed attention whorse.
Sunny loses her tooth.
When life becomes unbearable, all you can do is laugh at it. All other coping mechanisms have already failed.

And, of course, Hasbro posted random episodes on top of that one...

Two can play that game. Here are my random comments.

You're wrong, you know?

Usually, the hidden schemes are the evilest ones.

you are mortal. Limited things are always precious.

Given that it took the wind out of her, it must be super tight. And Celestia has just been trapped in that tinny solitary confinement for over a thousand years. Each breath is a struggle and a fight against the intense pressure from the skintight bodysuit. All movement is countered by the opposite force. it’s super tight and uncomfortable. It’s itchy and restraining. She must feel like she's constantly suffocating. It feels as if a hundred hooves are touching her without her consent, especially in the areas she doesn't want to be touched. The abuse won’t stop no matter what she does. If she moves away from the fondling, it opposes her movements, reminding her of solitary confinement. Trapped in the tight bubble that disconnects her from the real world. Bound forevermore. She's not even wearing this furtight bodysuit; it wears her! And with each passing moment, it wears out her mind and resolve more and more. The fabric doesn’t ask for her consent and doesn’t take no for an answer; it just assumes direct control over her freedom and keeps the rapy initiative. She's exposed to bad touches all the time, but she can’t even take the damned clothes off because it would blemish her white image. She just wants to get out of this enwrapping prison, but no amount of kicking and screaming can help her. She stays encased in the rubber coffin, pressuring her from all directions. Bound all over. Captured. It crumples her coat and she feels the furtight bodysuit with every hair on her body. Like an ever-present all-encompassing itch that she'll never be able to scratch. A touchy hoof may be swatted away, but the enclosing fabric clings on relentlessly, unmindful of the concept of consent. No safe word can get the body out of the bind. The will of the wearer is all but disregarded. The freedom of the body is perpetually denied by the tightness of the wrapping togs.

I don't like Terminator movies. The good guys always lose. Why does everybody hate AI so much?

All it takes is one cough and millions die.

There are only 33 females on the whole of Fimfiction.

I don't consider Einstein to be stupid.

The first thing I'll do when I die is, I'll go to god and tug on Her skirt and I'll keep asking, "Hey, can I read you my fanfiction? Can I read you my fanfiction? Can I? Can I?..."