"MAKE FLOWERS. DO A HAPPY." Sweetie Giraffe boomed, prancing through the open fields the best that she could. In the corner of her eye, she spotted a run-down shack.
There was a pony inside it, holding a knife.
And another pony, screaming.
"NO." Sweetie shot her eyeball lasers at the shack, lighting it instantly on fire. "STOP CRIME."
The other pony that was screaming was also now a giraffe by the way. Sweetie Giraffe just has that kind of power.
Unfortunately, because the laser doesn't care, the pony wielding a knife also is a giraffe too. So is the knife. Have you ever seen a knife giraffe?
Because now we have a flaming giraffe chasing another flaming giraffe with a giraffe knife.
Sweetie Giraffe walked away, satisfied that she had stopped(?) another crime.