Cyborg Robot Scootaloo stands on stage, dressed in purple leg warmers on all four knees, and a yellow, purple and bright red outfit made of highly reflective vinyl on her torso, with sharp, spiked, almost knifelike protrusions from her withers. The main body of her outfit is purple; the yellow serves as piping and as large lightning bolt designs in the center and on the wither pads, with a bright red thread running down the center of the lightning bolt on her front. Her mane has been moussed to stand up straight from her head in spikes. She is standing on her hind legs, and she holds an electric guitar that frankly looks more like a weapon of some sort, the rounded curves one would normally find on a guitar replaced with jagged points. It is bright neon green and orange. There are several spotlights shining on her. In back of her, a pink fog that smells of chocolate is lit up eerily by multiple colored spotlights, making the draconequus on the pipe organ loom as an unworldly shadow.
"Do I really have to sing this?" Scootaloo complains to the looming, shadowy draconequus. "I’m so tired of the chicken jokes."
"It’s the ending credits theme, of course you have to sing it that way. If you want to punch it up some though, I wouldn’t object."
"Okay then."
Scootaloo strums the first note on her electric guitar. Badly. It actually sounds more like a cross between a guitar and a violin, amped up to 12 on a scale of 1 to 10, with a decided screech to it. The pipe organ begins to play. On the most technical of levels, the two instruments are playing the same song. Technically.
Then Scootaloo begins to sing, at the top of her lungs, while thrashing her head as if she’s in a mosh pit.
"Bok bok BOK!!
Bu-bok bok BOK!!!!!
Bok bok BOKKA BOKKA bok bok bok"
The guitar screeches. The pipe organ plays ominously.
"BOK bok BOK!!!!
Bu-BOK BOK BOK!!!!!
BOK BOK BOKKA BOKKA bok bok bok"
Scootaloo riffs on the guitar. It... sounds as if maybe she’s trying to play a different song.
"I DON’T NEED YOUR CHICKEN JOKES
I HEAR THEM ALL THE TIME FROM FOLKS
THEY’RE SO OVERDONE I FEEL LIKE I COULD CHOKE
I DON’T NEED YOUR CHICKEN JOKES"
Another, lengthier guitar riff that sounds rather as if three tomcats fighting over the same female all crawled into a clothes dryer to fight each other and then the dryer was turned on. The pipe organ plays dramatically, if not exactly in anything resembling harmony with the guitar.
There are now three giant chickens with microphones behind her, singing backup.
Scootaloo screams into her microphone.
"BOK bok BOK!!!!
Bu-BOK BOK BOK!!!!!
B-BOK BOK BOKKA BOKKA bok bok bok"
Finally, with a screech from the guitar, Scootaloo shrieks a final "BOK!!!!" into the mike.
All the notes on the pipe organ slam together at once. Discord’s voice is heard, singing one singular "Bok".
The curtain falls.