One more moment. That's all that there needed to be; just one more moment. But Dusk's revenge was not meant to be. Just as he was about to slide the razor, end the Judge's life, the door burst open to the excited look on Applejack's face.

"Mr. Shine!" Applejack said in joy then turned to shock when she saw Rarity's face. "I did it, Fluttershy agreed to run off with me-"

"You!?" Rarity said getting up. "Well it is all too clear that Celestia herself must be looking out for me. I will make sure my Fluttershy never sees you, nor will any pony gaze upon her again." Then the frustrated Rarity turned to Dusk. "And you! It's clear what company you keep! Look after them well but you shall have none of mine."

Rarity then burst out of the room, leaving Applejack in a shock, but Dusk looked almost comatose from the experience.'

"Mr. Shine?" Applejack asked. "What are you going to-"

Get out!" Dusk mumbled, his rage building.

"But-" Applejack was cut off by the highly enraged Dusk.

"OUT!!!" Dusk shouted, Applejack running out the room as if her tail was on fire.

Not much longer after Applejack ran out, Pinkamena burst in.

"What happened?" She asked. "I see that Applejack run in, then the Judge trots out and now Applejack running out like her tail was on fire."

"I had her!" Dusk said, tossing a small chair against the wall. "Her throat was there beneath my hoof!"

"There there you'll get another-" Pinkamena tried to ease the angry Dusk but it wasn't going to work.

"No, I had her!" Dusk shouted again. "His throat was there and now he'll never come again!"

"Easy now, hush dear hush." Pinkamena kept trying to calm Dusk. "I keep telling you, Whats your rush?"

"When? Why did I wait?!" Dusk started to calm down but he was still quite angry. "You told me to wait! Now she'll never come again..." Dusk began to mumble to himself as way to try and think clearly. "There's a hole in the world like a great black pit. And it's filled with people who are filled with shit. And the vermin of the world inhabit it." Then Dusk reached his conclusion. "But not for long..."

They all deserve to die.

Tell you why, Pinkamena, tell you why.

Because in all of the whole pony race

Pinkamena, there are two kinds of ponies and only two

There's the one who stays put in his proper place

And the one with his hoof in the other one's face

Look at me, Pinkamena, look at you.

Dusk then lit up his horn, throwing Pinkamena hard against the wall. Pressing his hoof against her exposed stomach and lifting his razor close to her throat. It looked almost as though he was about to slit her throat.

We all deserve to die

Tell you why, Pinakmena, tell you why.

Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief

For the rest of us death will be a relief

We all deserve to die!

He then released Pinkamena, letting her drop to the floor, but otherwise unharmed.

And I'll never see Fluttershy

No I'll never hug my girl to me - finished!

I will have vengeance.

I will have salvation.

Not one pony, no, nor ten ponies.

Nor a hundred can assuage me.

I will have you!

Dusk then ignited his horn, created a sort of projection of Rarity. Dusk then proceeded to hack and hew at the ethereal judge.

And I will get her back even as she gloats.

In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.

And my Rainbow Dash lies in ashes

And I'll never see my girl again.

Dusk started punching his hoof at the mirror, cracking it and badly cutting his hoof. The blood dripped from his cut and scratched hoof, small bits of glass sticking out of the bleeding hoof.

But the work waits!

I'm alive at last!

And I'm full of joy!

"That's all very well, but what we gonna do about her?" Pinkamena said, with a sigh, and sorta happy that Dusk was a little calmer. "Come on, let's go down stairs and have some cider."

Downstairs in Pinkamena's Bakery, Scootaloo was passed out with a large, empty bottle of hard cider in her sleeping hooves.

"Guess she had too much." Pinkamena chuckled a bit, taking the bottle and bringing the sleeping filly to the parlor, where she was set to rest on the couch. Tucking Scootaloo in, and making sure she wasn't going to hear anything, Pinkamena grabbed another bottle of hard cider, pouring a mug for Dusk. "So what are we gonna do about the body upstairs?"

"Later on when it's dark." Dusk said, gulping a shot of cider. "We'll take it to some secret place and bury her."

"Oh yeah. Of course we could do that." Pinkamena said, nodding, looking out the window. :I don't 'spose she's got any relatives gonna come pokin' 'round lookin' for her." Then as if a light bulb went off in her head. Pinkamena had an idea. "Seems a downright shame..."

"Shame?" Dusk asked, taking a lighter sip.

"Seems an awful waste..." Pinkamena said, walking towards Dusk.  "Such a nice, plump frame. What's her name has...Had...Has...Nor it can't be traced...Bus'ness needs a lift, debts to be erased... Think of it as thrift, as a gift, if you get my drift..."

Seems an awful waste...

I mean, with the price of ingredients

What it is,

When you get it,

If you get it...

"Ah!" The gist of Pinkamena's suggestion finally struck him

"Good, you got it!" Pinkamena smiled in a mixture of sinister and happy.

Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!

Bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast!

Now a cat's good for maybe six or seven at the most!

And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!

Pinkamena, what a charming notion!

Well, it does seem a waste...

Eminently practical, and yet appropriate as always!

Think about it...

Pinkamena, how I've lived 3ithout you all these years, I'll never know!

How delectable!

Also undetectable!

Lots of other ponies will soon be comin' for a shave, or a trim.

Won't they?

Think of all them.

Cupcakes!

How choice!

How rare!

Dusk then got up and went to the window, pointing outside. "For what's the sound of the world out there?"

"What, Mr. Shine? What, Mr. Shine?" Pinkamena almost skipped to the window. "What is that sound?"

"Those crunching noises pervading the air!" Dusk said in a chuckling tone.

"Yes, Mr. Shine! Yes, Mr. Shine!" Pinkamena got what Dusk was saying. "Yes, all around!"

It's pony devouring pony, my dear!

Then who are we to deny it in here?

"These are desperate times, Pinkamena." Dusk said sitting back down. "And desperate measures are called for!"

"Here we are, now!" Pinkamena giggled, putting a fresh blue cupcake on the table. "Hot out of the oven!"

"What is that?" Dusk, almost playfully, asked.

"It's priest." Pinkamena giggled in a tease. "Have a little priest."

"Is it good?" Dusk asked, playing along.

Oh, it's too good, at least!

Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh,

So it's pretty fresh.

Awful lot of fat.

Only where it sat.

Haven't you got poet, or something like that?

No, y'see, the trouble with poet is

'Ow do you know it's deceased?

Try the priest!

"Lawyer's rather nice." Pinkamena said, looking out the window to see some well dressed ponies.

"If it's for a price." Dusk nodded, looking at the well dressed ponies.

"Order something else, though, to follow." Pinkamena explained. "Since no one should swallow it twice!"

"Anything that's lean?" Dusk asked.

Well, then, if you're Equestrian and loyal,

You might enjoy Royal Guard!

Anyway, it's clean.

Though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been!

"Is that a squire, on the fire?" Dusk laughed at the more ponies around a table covered in food.

"Mercy no, sir, look closer." Pinkamena laughed too. "You'll notice it's a grocer!"

"Looks thicker." Dusk smiled. "More like a vicar!"

"No, it has to be a grocer." Pinkamena whispered. "It's green!"

The history of the world, my dear--

Save a lot of graves,

Do a lot of relatives favors!

Is those below serving those up above!

Ev'rybody shaves,

So there should be plenty of flavors!

Dusk and Pinkamena almost broke out into a mock formal dance. Though one of their forehooves touched, their other hoof held a knife behind their backs. This was the beginning of their new plan. If Dusk couldn't have his revenge as soon as he wanted, he'll get some practice. And Pinkamena can make more bits for her shop. They both stood to win.

How gratifying for once to know

That those above will serve those down below!

"What is that?" Dusk asked, looking at a new batch of multi-colored cupcakes Pinkamena put on the table.

It's fop.

Finest in the shop.

And we have some shepherd's pie peppered

With actual shepherd on top!

And I've just begun --

They both then saw a real sharply dressed earth stallion almost gallop through the street, as if he had somewhere important to go.

Here's the politician, so oily

It's served with a doily,

Have one!

Put it on a bun.

Well, you never know if it's going to run!

Try the friar,

Fried, it's drier!

"No, the clergy is really." Dusk shook his head. "Too coarse and too mealy!"

"Then actor!" Pinkamena said, putting a darker colored cupcake down. "It's compacter!"

"Ah but always arrives overdone." Dusk said, lifting the cupcake and crumbling it in his hooves. Then he turned his gaze at Pinkamena, his look was serious but almost enjoying the moment. "I'll come again when you have judge on the menu!"

Have charity towards the world, my dear!

Yes, yes, I know!

We'll take the customers that we can get!

High-born and low!

We'll not discriminate great from small!

No, we'll serve anyone,

Meaning anyone

And to anyone

AT ALL!!