"Pink bottle! Pink bottle!"

You had swallowed an entire bottle of calamine lotion.

You then proceeded to launch the contents of your stomach forth in a jolly pink fountain of regurgitation. The world wooshed off into the abyss and left you to black out peacefully.

You woke up in a holding cell of the Symbionese Liberation Army. As you were strapped to a chair, you weren't able to do a whole lot about the situation.

"Think she's awake yet, boss?"

"No tellin', man. Every Conservative Dog reacts differently to the drugs."

Voices in the dark.

"She's been mumbling about being a pony all night. Must be a killer trip."

"Yeah, totally. Oh, hold on, I think she's coming around."

Footsteps.

"Hey,"

A face you don't recognize.

"...wanna hear something disturbing?"

"...What?"

"Burning a piece of cloth is actually stigmatized in this country. You can love freedom and still hate what our government stands for."

Something stirs deep within you. Your True Liberal Nature, oozing out of your Conservative gallbladder.

"Oh my Science! Something must be done!"

(This is a direct download link to one of my favorite games of all time. I consider this to be the best possible ending you can achieve because it means maybe you will do something actually fun instead of reading pony fanfiction.)