Spike and I stood in front of the one ‘foreign’ restaurant in Ponyville. I scratched my head a little at the black and red sign as the last train of the day screamed by. Spike held onto my hair since he was sitting on my right shoulder. I swatted at him a little, then let him slide down my arm as we approached the bouncer.
“Welcome to the Predator’s Lounge,” the lion-bodied bird at the porch said with a snarl. “How tough are ya?!” He leaned at me aggressively, even though I towered over him by several feet.
Pinkie Pie walks into a bar. Poking out from her frizzy mane is the familiar spiral shape of a unicorn's horn.
“Welcome to the Predator’s Lounge. How tough are ya?!”
Pinkie slowly raises a hoof to her head. There is a resounding CRACK as the horn snaps free. With a flick of her hoof, she pops it into her mouth and starts to chew. The crunching sound fills every corner of the suddenly silent bar. Each crunch draws a flinch from every unicorn in the room.
Pinkie Pie swallows. Several unicorns faint.
The nervous bouncer says, "Uh, g-go right in."
"Gee, thanks! Want some rock candy?"
Pinkie Pie, toughest pink sponge in Equestria
That escalated quickly.
That's one way to make an impression. I wonder if anyone wanted rock candy, though.
Pinkie has invented uni-candy-corn!
< Nightmare fuel for WEEKS!!!)
Hehehehaha!
Well, that was good. :D