Me and Rarity in the Kitchen
I’m standing in my mother’s kitchen with walls of blue. I’m stirring in a turquoise plastic bowl containing a grayish oatmeal looking substance. It seems I've been here for a while as I’m only one ingredient from completing the dish for my guests.
My guests seem to be fairly quiet as it appears I haven’t even given them a thought since I went in the kitchen.
I’m not sure how long I've been in the kitchen and I don’t even know what exactly I’m making all I know is that the last ingredient is to be put on the top as garnish so it won’t just look like a boring bowl of oatmeal looking stuff.
Sadly, it seems that I’m in need of this as I've searched through all of my other ingredients and been rendered unable to find it. It seems however that not all my luck has run out. Just by my side stands the most generous pony I know, Rarity.
I look at her and ask: “Rarity?”
“Hm?” She replies looking back at me.
“May I borrow your eye?” I ask.
Without thinking much of the question and maybe thinking that I asked for her to see something she says: “Yeah?”
With great haste and thereby not allowing her to think further I grab my electric beater and slam it in her skull, I turn it on and off again and pull it out of her face. And there she now stands paralyzed. It seems that she’ll survive.
It must've given her quite a shock. I put two fingers on each side of the eye socket and pull myself closer to get a better look at the remains of her eye. To my surprise it seems that my luck hasn't ended yet. The eye is still intact though it seems my hand is too big to reach in her skull and grab it. I reach for a pair of grill tweezers, stick it in and pull the eye out of the socket. Placing it in the middle of the bowl I’m finally ready to serve the snack and go join my guests.
The end!