Anon spartan kicked the boutiques front door open to announce his arrival, the bell's (In General) didn't even stand a chance.
"HEY RARITY!, I Got Socks-N-Shorts-N-Sandals, BITCH!"
As he Michael Jacksoned his was way in, he stopped and willed Sweetie Bell into breaking it downTM
https://youtu.be/lQIBZpIYqMM
"Hey Anon."
Spike said as if nothing had just transpired.
"Anon!, You Uncouth Asshole!, that was my new antique One Of A Kind, Authentic Prance Made!, Hand Crafted Door Bell!, and Custom Mahogany Door!"
Anon had walked in on the scene of rariteets putting pins and needles in spikes back well making a quilt or some shit.
"Yes Indeed, RariBitch Bell, Have you noticed anything else?~"
BITCHITY INHALES SO FUCKING HARD HER HEAD EXPLODES THEN REGROWS.
"Oh No..."
"What have you done...?"
"What do you mean rarity?, don't yo bitch ass like my new drip."
He says as he begins doin it to em'.
Rarity begins bawling her eyes out, literally discord showed up for a tenth of a millisecond with an OK👌 symbol below his waist and everything.
"What the Fuck Rarity, why do you have to be so God damn based all the time?"
Said the Shit-Eating Bastard.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!, CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP ANONYMOUS!, I can't EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOUR SAYING HALF THE TIME!."
Replied the Stupid Bitch Rarity
Anon reverse moonwalks his way over, (If that makes sense), and boops her on the nose.
"Then Allow me to explain, u insolent buffoon."
"No!, I will not stand for your crimes against humanity."
She enters a power stance and prepares to rip off Anon's Pan(is)ts.
He then does a JoJo pose, teleports behind her, and whispers,
"tsk, tsk, tsk, why does it always have to be such a struggle."
Then sweeps her off her feet making her drop her fat ass to the floor.
"Rarity in the most honest words I can manage, your simply not kek enough to understand how based you are."
"You're just too Sussy, Cringey, and Baka."
"I don't even know what the fuck that means?"
The Attention Whorse said well turning the tables and pinning him to the ground.
"He's saying that you need to stop being a such a stuck up bitch in the mud and appreciate the manliness of his dadly footwear."
Spike casually said as if he was important to the conversation.
"Shut Up Spike!"
They both replied out of their kindness for spikes gentle heart.
"Besides-"
Privileged Bitchity started,
"Even if I could Apprie-"
"Who-"
Anon interrupted,
"Even if I could Appreciate-"
She tried to finish but was luckily pushed out of the conversation by someone that had much more meaning in their words.
"-Asked?"
Anon finished, completely not out of turn in the conversation.
"Darling, are you stupid in the head?, Spike obvio-"
"Nobody Cares?"
"Nobody asked, especially not anybody in this room."
He had justly brought the conversation to a hiatus.
Then he grabbed a pound of cocahena out of thin air and handed it to spike, even though he was probably already tripping his balls off.
"Good work spike, thanks for being a bro and not a total simp."
"No prob bro, just following the bro code, bro."
"Just keeping it real, ya know."
Spike replied already dividing his coke with a rubber tire.
"Bruh that just rymed."
He finished his straight fire.
"Ayo!, Bro, that kinda went hard as hell."
The bitch eater stated
"ENOUGH!, IM TIRED OF YOUR INSOLENCE ANONYMOUS!"
Rarity was beginning to raise her arms and float in the air.
"Hey Anon!?, What's that?, what's she doing Anon?!"
Spike the anti-sadist said,
"What?, You don't see it too, Brother "
Enough time had passed for a truly crucial momento maria to happen, rarity had fully raised her arms and they were currently perpendicular to her upstanding bitchly body.
And she had started faintly glowing, giving her a radiance brighter then celestia's ass or herself.
"Anon, As Bearer Of The Element Of Generosity And Recognizer Of Your Crimes Against The Universe Of Fashion, I Am Going To Generously Give You 10 FUCKING Seconds To Take Off Your Socks, NO HOMO, Before I Stick My Next New Ensemble Up Your Ass."
"Isn't it beautiful spike, she's beginning to believe."
That One Lucky Bastard Said.
"10..."
She began,
"Uh, Anon, you should probably be worried right about now."
"I wouldn't be , it's good to know that these past 10 minutes have all led up to this."
"9..."
"What do you mean, that bitch is going to kill you if you don't correct your mistakes."
"8..."
She was gaining more power by the second.
"Its okay, this is fine, this is what needs to happen."
"I love you spike, you'll always be my true bro."
7...6...
"Gimme a break, Anon?, your not just gonna stand there, are you?"
"What are you doing!, you can't stay here!, u need to run!"
"5...4..."
She was as bright as the sun now.
"Its alright, It'll be okay, at least I know I've done my job for the day."
"Okay, Thank you Anon for your service as one of the most respectable people to trust to a job of this caliber."
"It was truly a pleasure to be of service to the forces of S.U.S., I wish good luck too you spike in all that you fulfill"
The Stupid Bitch Finished,
"3...2...1..."
He had started running at one, but she had already started moving towards him with terminal velocity through her self-levitating T Power TM Stance.
https://youtu.be/9AKEPioEatg
Presumable ending,
Anon was probably in the hospital getting Lord knows how many outfits designed in the Stress couture fashion line removed from his anal cavity as promised.
Spike was probably off somewhere getting his dick smashed by rarity or something.
And the Bitches we're still probably breaking it down after the whole of the events had just transpired, and Anon probably still thought it was worth it.
At least rarity wasn't that based anymore...