Celestia warily eyed Luna. The mare had been sitting in front of the TV playing some sort of goat-related game for the past six hours.

Luna, with a devious grin, had gathered a large pile of what were apparently called "cars", "trucks", "tankers", and whatever else looked the sort, and was now standing motionlessly-- a goat, atop the pile of junk.

The room was silent now, but said silence was quickly wiped away when Luna pressed a single button. The entire room was suddenly filled with loud explosion noises, and combined with the screams of virtual people, as well as the raining debris clattering around the in-game goat, Celestia now swore that she had felt a trickle of blood run down her ears.

I haven't had very many funny ideas lately, which is one of the biggest reasons why the sequel to I Think I Summoned a Ponk took such a dark turn.