Author's Notes:

Now you have your cake, Imaginer 31415, but can you eat it?

"No, it's shazam!"

"I must apologize, but you must've meant zap."

Twilight stared at Spike, then back to the Pillars, of whom continued to bicker over their onomatopoeias.

"Miss Sparkle, would you kindly cast a spell to set an example of what magical attacks sound like?"

Twilight shrugged, charging her horn.

*Insert kazoo noises here*

"...That's not what magic should sound like."