Jeez, are you thirsty. Even piss is acceptable at this point. The hot summer sun beats down on you just like a Kentucky redneck does on his wife after a hard day of drinking. Its relentless downpour of heat was practically bringing you to your knees.

Every single store was out of things to drink because the ponies had known this heat wave was going to happen. You arrive at the last store, the one you dreaded entering...

Sugarcube Corner.

Slowly opening the door, you peek inside and see Pinkie sitting behind the counter drinking a can of Dr. Pony. Your eyes widen as she downs the sweet liquid. Swinging the door open, you enter the pink demon's domain.

"Hey Pinkie? Do you have any more Dr. Pony?"

"Of course Anonymous!" she giggles as she dip beneath the counter.

You begin heading towards the counter until she jumps out and pegs a can at your chest. The can makes solid contact, knocking you over. You hold your chest in pain as the can hits the ground and sprays pop everywhere. Pinkie quickly runs over to you, a look of concern on her face.

"Anonymous! Are you all right?" Grabbing the pink menace by the scruff of her neck, you bring her face to yours.

"Why in the hell would you do that!?"

She tries to suppress her laughter, but clearly does a horrible job at it.

"Sorry! I didn't think you'd get hurt because it was a soft drink!"