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// In Neighon 
// Story: Pone-Shots 
// by GroaningGreyAgony 
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You walk into Twilight Sperglord's basement lab one day. "Hey Twi, just wanted to talk to you about these automated late-book recovery drones—what in holy heck?" Your jaw drops at the scene before you.

Twilight is standing before an instrument panel, wearing thick blast goggles and a sinister grin. Wires from the panel connect to a giant glass tube.

And inside the tube, flickering orange lines outline a familiar shape...

The shape of an arrogant and very pissed off unicorn, with hat and cape. The flickering neon-like lines make her appear to be alternately threatening Twilight's destruction with great bombast, and wheedling and pleading with her for release from this hellish prison.

Bathed in unwholesome light, you gape with awe and terror at the sight of...

The Bright and Cold-Cathoded Nixie.


[Oh man why did I bother to write this no one's ever gonna get it.]