Pinkie Pie dangled from the ceiling, slowly lowering herself down via a contraption that resembled the fusion of a bicycle and a rope. As she neared the table, she shifted her weight to position herself just right. When she decided that she was in the right place, she lowered herself a bit more. The olive, lightly and precariously perched between her teeth, slid gently onto the toothpick.
The earth pony backpedaled a bit, then hopped out of the device. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Sitting on the plate was a slice of bread, speared with a perfectly juxtaposed olive-and-toothpick combo. Pinkie liked to build her sandwiches backwards.
Immediately, Pinkie rushed into the kitchen. She grabbed multiple slices of lettuce, bits of hay, and some daises. These she expertly placed onto the toothpick, making sure every ingredient was cleanly centered.
Then Pinkie dashed into the kitchen, gazing into the pantry at her shelf of odd plants. Apparently making a decision, she grabbed a putrid voodoo lily and quickly returned to the table to add it to the sandwich.
No, no, no. A voice in Pinkie's head spoke up. Voodoo lilies don't go well with daises. You need to add a dash of... The rainbow.
Pinkie sighed and placed the lily before speaking up. "No, Pinkamena," She said. "I'm not using 'Essence of Rainbow Dash' or whatever you call it. Seriously, why are you so murderous?"
Oh come on! The voice, apparently named Pinkamena, objected. Voodoo lilies and daises don't mix! You know that!
"I don't care. I'm not taking culinary advice from a cannibalistic alternate personality." Pinkie said, placing the bottom slice on the bread.
Slowly, suspensfully, the pony took the sandwich in her hooves and raised it to her mouth. She took a big bite.
It was delicious.