We're headin' into the Spaghetverse, Scyphi! Resistance is futile.

Chef Boyardee rubbed his hooves together, cackling as the low-quality spinning rat made its 1000th spin. "Yes, yes! Spin, my precious one! Spin!"

"Boss!" a muffled voice shouted from behind the heavily armored walls. "Boss! We found ya!"

"Spaghet?" Boyardee paused his cackling. "Spaghet! Is Tio with you?"

"Tio perished in the Great Sauce Conflict, I'm afraid. But I'm here to get you out!"

Chef Boyardee looked back at low-quality spinning rat, a tear running down his cheek. "I will miss you, my dearest," he whispered, placing a hoof against the screen. "But alas, I shall return one day! Spaghet! Where are you?"

"Down here, boss!" the toilet gurgled.

Boyardee dove into the toilet, emerging minutes later from a strange green pipe.

"And now, my ultimate revenge plan..." The ground began to rumble as Boyardee rose into the air, standing atop a gigantic meatball. "I will eclipse the sun with my delicious meat, and the night shall last forever!" It will drive many more pasta sales as couples go out on more dates in restaurants that will serve my pasta!

Princess Luna froze up mid-game. Someone just said something cringe.