You open your mouth to begin singing, but suddenly Pinkie Pie reacts oddly. Her tail wiggles, her ears flap twice, and her eyes bug out. “Rebecca…” she whispers, her voice dripping with hate, soaked in malice, and slightly moist with disgust.
“It’s Fri-” But no further words can leave your mouth as you feel a hoof driving into your gut, and another hoof smashing into your poor keytar.
Grabbing you by the scruff of your collar, Pinkie lifts you up and looks you straight in the eye. She growls, “I. Hate. Rebecca Black.”
Your memory is a bit fuzzy, but you remember something about being smashed through a wall, set on fire, and being forced to listen to “You Gotta Share” (made all the worse in that the only accompanying instrument was your broken keytar).
Now you find yourself outside of Sugar Cube Corner. As much as you’d love to rupture a few more organs, you decide you’re going to let Pinkie be and move onto the next pony.