"Twilight! Twilight! It's an emergency!"

With a sigh, Twilight stopped her latest resorting and turned to Pinkie Pie. "What is it, Pinkie? Did you run out of frosting again?"

Pinkie gasped. "Bite your tongue!" She lunged for the offending muscle.

Twilight flinched back. "Pinkie!"

"Sorry! Okay, so it isn't that bad, but we do only have about eight minutes to live."

"What!? Pinkie, that's much worse than running out of frosting!"

"Pfft. Says you."

"Why do we have only eight—"

"About five."

"Five minutes to live?"

"Because then the author needs to go to a panel."

Twilight rolled her eyes and lifted the books she'd dropped earlier.

"Uh, Twilight? You gonna do something about this?"

"I'll be honest, Pinkie. If the world really is ending so soon, there's nothing I'd rather do than resort the library."

Pinkie blinked. "Uh, okay. Have fun?"

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