"Hello all those guinea pigs listening. Today, we will see the effects of chickenizing a filly. We picked Scootaloo for this because she baked us cookies. Okay, we stole the cookies. But they were still good! Enough talk, more science! Hit it Twi!"
"Yes sir, Mr. Johnson!" Twilight looked around in the room for a large red button. They were both in a standard white lab with machinery and buttons covering the walls. Scootaloo was outside a window, stuck in a glass box with a giant laser thingy pointed at her. Twilight's eyes scanned the machinery, until she just shrugged and started running her hooves all over the buttons. Various lights flashed and an alarm sounded.
"The alarm must mean it's working!" Said Cave Johnson, "Twi, keep doing that." Twilight kicked the console she was at, and it wobbled. The laser pointed at Scootaloo started to power up. "Good job! Now, get the popcorn. And make sure it doesn't have any of that blue gel. The last time I ate that, I had pudding cravings for weeks." Johnson and Twilight put on welding masks as they watched through the glass. The laser glowed a bright green, and zapped Scootaloo. She turned all black, leave the skeleton, and transformed into different indescribable shapes. A large flash of green blinded them all. Once the light subsided, the two scientists pulled up their masks, leaving a unruly hollow circle of black ash around their faces. They pressed themselves up against the glass, waiting for the smoke to clear. A lone shape took form, and it was an orange chicken. Johnson and Twilight looked at each other, a large smile plastered on their face. They then highhoof'd and said in unison,
"For science!"
"Bawk, can you guys, bawk, let me out now? I think my bones have turned into hot sauce." Scootachicken said.
"Uh, I may have pressed the wrong buttons," Twilight said as she blushed.
"No matter, it's just more science! That gives me an idea, we should make chicken, that has sauce already inside!" Cave Johnson said, in an attempt to keep his number one assistant happy. "Now, let's throw some turrets in there and see what happens. Don't worry Scootaloo, you'll be fine!" Cave Johnson put a hoof over his mouth, and whisped to Twilight, "no she won't."