“HYA!” you scream at the top of your lungs, giving the door a swift and brutal karate chop. Immediately you recoil, suddenly realizing your fist is not made for slamming against wood.
You then follow up with a swift kick to the door. Wasn’t the door slightly open already? Can’t you open it like a normal person?
Pinkie gives you an apathetic glance. Perhaps that’s how she shows fear? After all, you are a pretty intimidating force to be reckoned with. Recalling all the Karate Kid movies you’ve ever seen, you lift your hands into the air and stand on one leg, achieving the masterful position of the crane. “Come at me bro!” you shout.
Pinkie’s eyebrow rises. Pursing her lips, she blows in your direction. Suddenly, you find yourself pinwheeling your arms in an attempt to regain balance.
Spoiler; you don’t.
You do get the pleasure of greeting the floor with your face, however. It responds with a polite “hello”.
You didn’t land a single blow, but you still feel that you put up a good fight. Despite that, Pinkie’s color is still as dark as that chimney sweeper from Mary Poppins.
Pinkie steps on you her way down stairs. “I hate karate!” she shouts.
"Urgh..." is your response.