"Discord..." Twilight gagged as she opened the flower pot the draconequus resided in, "...why... so... sti--"
"Well excuse me, Princess." Discord rose from the flower pot just as the mare passed out. "But I think that the Pacific Garbage Patch is a brilliant odor. In fact, I have an entire stick of it right here!" Discord pat himself down. "Ah, it appears that I have misplaced it."
Angel waved Discord's stick of deodorant at the other animals at Fluttershy's cottage. Silently, they did as they were told, drawing up plans to topple the Equestrian government.
Nobody crosses Angel Bunny.