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// Bite 1: Hairspray 
// Story: Bites: Short Tales of Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and The Royal Naptime Law 
// by TheAnonymousT 
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“Why, dear Sister?” Celestia asked.

They were standing in the Castle's Royal Workshed. Celestia had entered the room to complain about the loud noises, that were interrupting her attempts to enjoy a good book and a cup of tea. But then she had seen Luna building...something.

“The question is not why build an industrial sized needle,” Luna said calmly as she repeatedly thrusted the blunt tip of the twenty foot tall needle at the bit of cloth, sadly to no avail. “The question is why not.”

“Why not banish you to the moon for another thousand years?” Celestia muttered under her breath.

“I heard that!”

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Celestia returned to the workshed a few hours later, surprised to find Luna still hard at work putting the finishing touches on...

“Seriously?” she asked.

Luna turned around, grinning. “After everypony—and by everypony, I mean you—reacted so astonishingly well to my industrial sized needle, I decided to expand my product line,” Luna explained. “Over there is my industrial sized thread,” she said, gesturing to a thick rope wound about a forty foot tall stainless steel spool, “To its right is my industrial sized thimble,” she said, gesturing to a twenty foot tall mound of stainless steel speckled in dimples that looked like an upside down trash can.

“Why, Luna?” Celestia asked in a pained tone.

“You know what I said to you about asking that question!” Luna sang. “Now be quiet,” she scolded. “There's still one masterpiece to unveil.”

Celestia groaned as she turned her attention to the last of the three gigantic items. Unlike the others, this one was draped in a gigantic white cloth.

“And to the right of that is...drumroll please!” Luna drummed her hooves as quickly as she could, but being a rather uncoordinated pony it sounded more like the pitter-pattering of a light rain shower. The huge white cloth glowed suddenly with Luna's magical aura as she flung the cloth to the side. “Ta da!” Luna sang. “My industrial sized fifty foot tall one-of-a-kind enemy-freezing hairspray,” she said, gesturing to a ridiculously large can of hairspray whose nozzle alone was at least five times as big as any pony.

Celestia facehoofed. “You really need to stop reading all of those comic books.”