The Spy of the Tiger... why?

"I want to be based and redpilled!" Turkey #5281-74 gobbled, throwing itself at Fluttershy's face. "I want to have all the chad energy in the world! I want to rule over all others like a king!"

Unfortunately, that wasn't Fluttershy that it threw itself at.

It was Cuttershy, long-lost distant 7th removed cousin of Fluttershy's third cousin on her great great granddaughter's side with time travel being factored in. And she was hungry.

"Oh! You wanna be baste and breadpilled?" Cuttershy smiled politely. She tucked a loose strand of her mane back, patting Turkey #5281-74 on the head. "I don't quite know what you mean by baste, considering you're a male, but I can certainly help with being breadpilled! Give me one moment while I fetch some food for myself as well."

Destroyshy, the inverted twin of Cuttershy, emerged from the shadows. A wide grin spread across her face as a cursory glance around showed that Cuttershy was nowhere to be found.

"You want to be baste and breadpilled, huh?" Destroyshy murmured in her deep, sultry voice. She whipped out a pair of sunglasses and a flamethrower. "Can't say I can help ya with breadpillin', that's my Cutter's job. But I can sure as hck baste ya."

Turkey #5281-74 gobbled in panic just as Cuttershy wandered back in with a carrotdog and a satchel of breadpills.