Tom awoke, unable to move, or communicate, as always. Really, his life sucked pretty hard; lives of sapient rocks often do. But suddenly, he saw a tall black alicorn mare with swiss cheese legs strut by.

"Ugh, everypony hates me now!" yelled Chrysalis. "How will I get any love?"

"I don't hate you," thought Tom. "In fact, I think you're beautiful."

Suddenly, Chrysalis felt love... coming from a rock? But desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Kids," said Tom, "that's how I met your mother."