'cause G5 pony Izzy = tenis bol pone.

"What are you doing?"

Izzy looked up. The marshmallow on her horn continued to burn.

"Izzy, why do you do this to yourself?"

Izzy paused. The pillow slid down her horn and covered her face.

"Izzy, please stop."

Izzy shook the original copy of Twilight's friendship journal off her horn and into the bonfire.

"Izzy, for the love of Celestia (or whoever it is that's in a ruling position for unicorns, at least), stop it, before you hurt yourself or someone else!"

The limp voodoo doll of Flam fell onto the ground. Izzy slowly reached for it with her hoof but only got a stern glare in response.

"You're committing national crimes, Izzy."

The now-impaled crown jewels of Old Equestria fell to the floor in pieces from Izzy's horn.

"Izzy, why is your horn going through my bread?"

The loaf of bread slowly absorbed into Izzy's horn by the power of diffusion.