'I will never trust a toaster again... And I think that thing has been stealing my Mountain Dew.' Those were my final thoughts before i faded into unconsciousness. I should have know something was up when my television randomly turned on to that weird pony show on the Hub.

Oh, I've heard of the fandom, but I never really cared one way or the other. Hell, I hadn't even watched a single episode.

Now then, let me explain how I'm laying on the kitchen floor dieing from being electrocuted.

Five minutes earlier.

My little pony, my little pony...

"The hell?" Did I sit on the remote again? I feel under the couch cushions, but theirs nothing there.

Hehehe... soon...

The fu-

*Gurgle*

Oh, hello stomach, come to demand another peace offering, I presume?

*Gurgle*

Toast it is...

My little pony, I used to what friend ship could be. Okay, seriously, now the volume has turned itself up obnoxiously loud?

*Sniff* Whats burning... Crap! My toast!

What I did next, I would regret dearly.

I used a knife to try and pry the toast loose, WITHOUT unplugging the toaster.

It is ready.

Considering I could clearly make out the voice this time, I understandably freaked out.

Sending the knife into the still electrified elements.

Next thing I know I'm on the floor, smoking, with what can only be described as the taste of a 12-gauge platypus hummer in my mouth.

Right before I blacked out, my body felt like it was being pulled in a direction I couldn't comprehend.

...
...
And then I heard the voice.

You shall make an excellent host, after a few... Adjustments.

Author's Notes:

So yes, I'm trying out writhing a fic that isn't a spur of the moment thing.