ENDING A (CHAOS):
“I… I’ll see what I can do,” you stammer, utterly defeated. You’re supposed to be the ultimate weapon, invincible to the adorable charms of ponykind, and you’ve folded faster than an origami master making a crane.
“Hmn, I suppose if you can do that for me, I can look into relaxing tariffs on toys and games back home. No promises, of course, but I think I can speak for everypony that Earth’s toys would be a hit with foals and adults alike.” She pushes a Matchbox car around her desk making littler ‘vroom-vroom’ sounds that are ridiculously cute.
As you leave her office and return home, you can’t help but wonder how many countries would just surrender themselves to Equestria if a pony just asked them to nicely.