• Published 12th May 2014
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Troll Physics in Cheerilee's Classroom - Queuefka Palazzo



Diamond Tiara turns in a paper on pony magic.

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One Shot of Vengeance

Troll Physics in Cheerilee's Classroom

By Formerly Known as Queue



Cheerilee’s schoolhouse loomed in the distance like an executioner’s filthy gallows, or it would have if Diamond Tiara hadn’t pulled an all-nighter to finish her homework on pony magic, which had been assigned a week ago. Her eyes were surrounded by bulbous, black rings of exhaustion and pooled blood, but in spite of her lack of sleep, hasty grooming, and crooked tiara, she walked with a skip in her step.

“So, Diamond, did you finish your essay last night?” Silver Spoon joined Diamond Tiara’s side, occasionally sneaking a surreptitious flank bump as they walked. In the past she had blamed it on the disgusting, uneven, rural roads of podunk Ponyville.

“No thanks to you. Some friend you are, ” Diamond said.

“I couldn’t help it! I only had one copy of my notes and daddy grounded me for getting an F on my last assignment. I’d have helped if I could.”

“Yeah, well, I had to ask Twist for her notes. It’s fine now, but I’ve never been more humiliated.” Diamond’s withers shuddered, a wave a nausea coursed through body. “The only thing that could have made it worse was if those dumb blank flanks had seen me.”

Silver tentatively lay a sympathetic hoof on her friend’s back. “Well, at least it’s over now, right? We’ll turn in our papers and get ice cream on the way home.”

“Yeah. Cheerilee’s going to be so impressed with mine! I can’t wait to rub my A in Sweetie Belle’s dorky face!”

“No doubt!” Silver laughed a little bit harder than appropriate. “The look on her face when you rub your A in her dorky face will be sooo funny!”

The pair raised up on their forelegs and bumped their rumps. Silver was extremely happy.


Diamond Tiara
2/2/1001
Miss Cheerilee’s Schoolhouse

Pony magic comes from many different things. The biggest thing is our heads are big so we have to make them lighter to stand. We use something called nukular fusion to make something called helium which is like really really light. The helium goes to the tops of our heads and helps us balance. That’s why ponies fall down when they get hit in the head and why Sweetie Belle’s voice squeaks so much.

Nukular fusion makes lots and lots and lots of energy. The energy gets turned into magic, and then we need to use it or bad things happen. When earth ponies get too full they start acting like Pinkie Pie. When Pegasi get too full their flight farts become uncontrollable and they can explode like a zeppelin. When unicorns get too full they cast want-it-need-it spells on ugly dolls and make the whole town go crazy.

Just between us earth ponies, I really don’t think we need to keep the pegasi or the unicorns around anymore, do you, Miss Cheerilee? They just cause trouble and break our favorite things with their ugly extra parts. Who wants to fly or cast magic anyway? My daddy says we’d be much better off with a sensible earth pony on the throne.

Anyway, bigger heads make more helium which makes more magic. Princess Celestia has the biggest head and that’s why she’s powerful enough to move the sun. Princess Luna’s head is only big enough to move the moon. Sometimes ponies’ heads get bigger when they study. That’s why Princess Twilight turned into a princess. The only thing I don’t understand is why I’m not a princess yet because everyone always tells me I have a giant head full of hot air. Is being a princess like that puberty thing?

In conclusion ponies use brain farts to stand and make magic. Your lesson was really interesting and I enjoyed it a lot, Miss Cheerilee. Please continue to be my favorite, most wonderful ever teacher. Your hair always looks nice, and you can do better than Applebloom’s doofy brother.


After school, Twist sat at her desk, working on her homework. This was her usual habit because she liked being able to ask Cheerilee questions without interruptions. If not for Twist Cheerilee would be grading the day’s assignments in the comfort of her home with a bottle of fine wine and a supersized meal from McWhey’s Greastaurant. Instead she was sober in the drafty schoolhouse and sitting on an old, government issue chair, which bruised her haunches if she sat in it long enough.

Cheerilee looked at the clock on the wall. In an hour she’d be able to close the school without getting in trouble with the litigious school board. She sighed, and went back to grading. Dinky got a B. Pinchy got a C. Scootaloo got a D. Silver Spoon got an A. Diamond… Tiara…

Cheerilee stared wide eyed at Diamond Tiara’s paper. Never before in her life had she seen a paper as… creatively stupid as this one was. Oh, she was accustomed to Diamond’s obnoxious shenanigans: her blatant racism, how she routinely insulted her classmates, how she always tried to brown nose her way into a passing grade… But this was something new.

Reading the essay was like staring paralyzed into the lights of an oncoming train, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t think. She could only wait for the awful realization to hit her, the realization of how much time had been wasted on Diamond Tiara.

This was the first time Cheerilee ever seriously considered giving up on a student, but this was it, the paper that broke Cheerilee’s spirit. The thought of being Diamond’s teacher for five more years was too much.

A noise, the clearing of a small filly’s throat, interrupted Cheerilee’s ruminations. She looked up at Twist’s grinning face. Something was unnatural about it, Twist’s smile was too wide, too toothy.

“Problem, Mithh Cheerilee?”

Author's Note:

I was thinking about pony anatomy and how implausible it is, and then some weird, troll physics fanon appeared in my helium containment unit brain. I knew I had to use it, and somehow I ended up writing a story about Twist being awesome.

What am I even doing with my life?

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Comments ( 92 )

I literally don't know what to think about this. Actually, I do. Fuckin' brilliant, mate.

You want to know what you're doing with your life?

You're making Twist badass.

ALL HAIL TWIST!!!

I really like this for some reason... :rainbowwild:

Damn, that made me laugh!

I thoroughly enjoyed this, Formerly Known as Queue. Have ze upvote.

The actual troll paper needs more work (and more troll), and this needs a continuation, or sequel. More please.

4378346

I might do a sequel. I'll need to think up more pony troll physics, though.

4378353 Magnets. Or anything involving celestial bodies and gravity.

4378367

Sure, but I don't want to just do obvious things. The reason I wanted to write this is because my troll physics were novel.

4378374 whether manipulation, maybe? Or the state of non magical farming/magically altered plants?

Hard to think of any good situations to troll wit that tho.

4378392

I can think of some things, but I'll need to spend some time putting together a sequel.

4378399 Cool, good luck, and have fun.

Pft.

Brilliant.

~Skeeter The Lurker

Revenge is a dish best served with a smile and a two week old steak made to look fresh.

4378374

I don't want to just do obvious things. The reason I wanted to write this is because my troll physics were novel.

Really? I assumed the whole thing was inspired by Lauren Faust/Tara Strong/etc's various helium farts tweets.

to make something called helium which is like really really light.

ponies use brain farts

i.imgur.com/eXxuudb.png

When earth ponies get too full they start acting like Pinkie Pie.

i.imgur.com/pR5KUsw.png

helium which makes more magic

ponies use brain farts to stand and make magic

i.imgur.com/1amg9YB.png

We use something called nukular fusion to make something called helium

i.imgur.com/1rNJSe5.png

4378563

Damnit, I thought I was being somewhat original. Fuck me with a stick sideways.

4378574 If you insist!
:rainbowkiss::rainbowkiss::rainbowkiss::twilightoops:

Twist:1 Diamond:0

4378781

Cheerilee: 0

Don't forget her, either.

I'd a died if Cheerilee just gave her an A++ causing Twist to implode.

Awesome story.

4379129

Could be direction for the sequel.

You have single-handedly destroyed my long-standing hatred for Twist. Congratulations.

4379180

I didn't think it'd be possible to convince anyone to like her.

I...

I must be a god.

4379178 A sequel? I think I just squeed myself.


4379194 You might be something better.

Physics: fail.
Troll: ing Diamond Tiara
Mind: heliumfuck.

Bok

Twist as coverart, 0/10

4379458

Perhaps you should read the story.

Bok

Never. :twistnerd:

Hahaha, Twist got her gooooooooooooooood. :twistnerd:

4378374 is short story, not novel

Oh My God. OH MY GOD. *turns into Patton* ...Queue...You magnificent bastard, I read your FIC!!! :pinkiecrazy:

My HCU (Helium Containment Unit, duh) is left spinning in turbulence after reading this.

Props.

4381535

My propellers are spinning from your props.

4378637 I'll get the stick...

Do you want the incredibly thick red one or the hard and sandpapery brown one?

But in all seriousness, this fic is great.

4381842

Sandpaper, please. I want to enjoy it a little bit.

4381867 Awesome. Bend over please... :trollestia:

4381947

*I bend over and spread*

4382012 *Rams the long hard and sandpapery rod into you*

4382019

That had better be sideways.

4382084 Actually, the rod isn't sideways, you are. The phrase 'fuck me sideways' means that the fuck-er is standing, and the fuck-ee is laying on either their chest or back. Hence the whole bending you over part.

4382102

That's not how I used it.

4382127 That was how I interpreted it... I could always use the thick red one too, if that would make you feel... better?

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