"Raaaaarity!" Sweetie Belle wailed, "I thought you said you were gonna clean it last night!"
"Nonsense, Sweetie!" Rarity kept her focus on what she was currently sewing. "No filly your age needs a trenchcoat shaped like a turtleneck tall enough to fit three fillies stacked on top of each other for two days in a row!"
Steve Jobs mysteriously disappeared that day.