"Protect the pudding!" Pinkie shouted, holding up a cutting board to shield against the barrage of icicles. "If the pudding is touched then we'll all die!"
"Pinkie," Twilight stood in the pudding bowl. Like, all four hooves. In the pudding. "Nothing's happening. It's lying."
"Nuh-uh," the pudding responded. "I only tell the truth. And the truth is that--"
"You lied," Twilight stepped out of the pudding bowl. Nothing happened after that and they ate the pudding later that day.
Twilight and Pinkie disappeared in puffs of smoke, banished forever to Tartarus for not believing the words that a bowl of pudding spoke.
It wasn't even good pudding.