Twilight's nose twitched as it detected faint levels of smoke. It proceeded to alert the girl it was attached to of this new occurrence with a sneeze.
In reaction to the aforementioned sneeze, Twilight's hand jerked in surprise, smacking her own face. Said face proceeded to recoil in reaction to a hand suddenly invading its personal privacy.
Yes, Spike was narrating the event of Twilight sneezing from barbecue smoke the entire time.
Also, the booming dubstep was growing louder.
And louder.
And louder.
Did Twilight like it? No. Did she like it with a goat? No. Would she like it in a boat? Nope. Was she dealing with Sam-I-Am? Most certainly not.
However, she was currently dealing with a certain girl with a transforming DJ car. That is, Vinyl Scratch. Or perhaps it was her secret vampire clone. Nopony could really tell, anyways. She was in her car, after all.
The car also happened to swerve right past Twilight, blowing her panties off. Except... she wasn't wearing panties in the first place. 'Cause y'know, have you seen how short that miniskirt is?!
As the mind-bendingly melodic muse of music sped away in her transforming ton of tremendous titanium, Twilight no longer found herself longing to remain in the world of bald apes.
She proceeded to leave, giving nothing to the world around her but a flick of her hair.
And maybe dog barf from Spike. And a hairball from Thorax.