"Welcome to Sweet Apple Acres!" Applejack chided cheerfully, "Where y'all can find all of your propane and propane-accessory-related goods!"

Twilight frowned. "I just wanted an apple, Applejack."

In a blur of color, Applejack now stood inches from Twilight, her entire body trembling with rage.

"I. Am. Past. That." she hissed, retreating into her propane tank-shaped barn.

Short to say, Ponyville burned that night.

Author's Notes:

Short chapter. I've got stuff to do again.