The rumble from your stomach could wake a neighborhood.

Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but you were damn well hungry!

Digging through the fridge, you find nothing but cider and mustard. You really should go food shopping more. Closing the fridge, you make way for the pantry. Nothing but cobwebs and dust.

Wait, is that a can?

Reaching into the back of the cabinet, you grab the cylindrical container and look at the label. "Chef Ponyardee: Alphabet Soup"

“Holy shit!”

It's been years since you've had alphabet soup! Memories of coming home from preschool to a piping hot bowl of those pasta letters come to mind. Cracking open the can, you place the contents into a pot, you fire up the stove and begin the boiling process.

One problem rises: There was no fresh milk to drink with it. How could you enjoy a nostalgic meal without the nostalgic drink? Looking at the stove, you wonder if you should turn it off. That would mean you had to reheat it again and wait even longer.

"Fuck it."

You set the pilot to 'low' and begin heading out of your home, only to be stopped by the evil ball of pink hair.

"Hey Anonymous! Where ya going?"

"To the market for milk. I need to hurry, I have alphabet soup on the stove."

Pinkie's sinister grin forms upon her face.

"Leaving alphabet soup on the stove unattended? That could spell disaster!"