Twilight Sparkle had a plan. A good plan. She had the best plan for finally revealing her feelings to her longtime object of affections everypony, one that was sure to win their hearts.
Twilight Sparkle kicked open the Library's door and shouted "Hey everypony, let's have graphic sex in front of everypony!"
Everypony in Ponyville stared in abject horror at the insane unicorn and her incredibly awkward proposition. Only Berry Punch, drunk as a skunk at 1 PM, questioned Twilight's statement.
"Ifin' we're all havin' graphic *hic* sex," Berry stammered with incredible difficulty. Her brain cells nobly fought against the tide of Mad Dog 40/40 with heavy casualties. "Who'd be watchin' us all?"
Twilight blinked. "So what you're saying is that if I am having graphic sex with everypony, it'll be in front of nopony?"
"Yep." Berry tipped over and fell on a bed of flowers. A pink earth pony named Lily fainted as her flowers were crushed, though not as a response. She had severe anemia.
"Then there's no point! Never mind! Sorry to bother you all!" Twilight retreated into the Library. The other ponies tried to go back to their daily lives, but they couldn't. Nothing was the same anymore. Cupcakes weren't sweet. Cider wasn't tasty. Some ponies even questioned the existence of god, until she came to visit her most faithful pupil. They were dead on the inside, the day's traumatic events had reduced them to mere machines grinding away until death.
Except for Berry Punch, who decided to have a relaxing nap in the bed of flowers.