"Come again?"
"I want you to make it—"
"Yes, I heard you, but didn't we do this gag already? It just seems a bit repetitive, that's all."
"Come on. Pleeeease?"
"Ugh, I swear, you're worse than my nieces. Fine."
"And in other news, what was thought to be a meteor shower, somehow turned out to be two hundred thousand tacos, give or take seven, falling from orbit. NEISA has refused to comment beyond pointing out that it doesn't seem physically possible—for whatever that's worth these days—and noting vague similarities to last years 'bacon rain' incident."
Sunset Shimmer's eye twitched, and she sighed. "At least it's not bacon..."