We interrupt your regular scheduled storyline for an update from universe .643921232. Picking up from where we had left off, the throne room of Princess Trollestia had just burst into a giant fireball.

"Well, this is somewhat warm," Princess Trollestia commented, as the flames consumed her surroundings. She kept her eyes shut to save them from drying out. Eye drops were annoying.

"I should say so, your highness."

Trollestia's eyes shot open, as she attempted to locate the voice which had just spoke. It was hard to see through the flames, but she could make out the distinct shapes of burnt ponies. Frustrated with the inability to see, she activated the sprinkler system, which was more teleporting a large quantity of water everywhere, then flipping a switch to actual sprinklers. The flames extinguished, Trollestia looked straight down, to find a remarkably unscathed Golden Shower. "Golden Shower... how are you not charcoal like the rest of the guards?" Trollestia asked, curious as to how he stood perfectly healthy, while the remainder of her throne room detail was smoldering ashes.

"I was coated in bodily fluids, your highness," he replied, with a slight bow.

"What bodily fluid would protect you from a raging inferno?"

"All of them."

Trollestia slunk as far back into her throne as she could. "By all of them, do you mean-"

Golden shower cut his ruler off short, "All of them."

Trollestia pondered for a moment on the implications of being covered in every bodily fluid imaginable. She shuddered to think of it, and tried desperately to clear it from her mind. "As you were Golden Shower, you are dismissed for the day, and so help me, if you report to me coated in... anything... ever again, you will beg for mercy."

Golden Shower bowed, and left. 'Finally', he thought to himself; it was way past time to finish up with Make It Rain.

The throne room having exploded into a giant fireball, the warning system for CODE: TARDY had been cut off. Every pony present promptly forgot it had ever been activated, as Princess Trollestia attempted to find any cheesecake not burnt or filled with glass.

The Very Next Day:

Pinkamena Diane Pie fled from the Ponyville Library. Her mind was ablaze with what she had overheard. Twilight was having sex with her brother, and she told all her other friends about it? All her friends, except Pinkamena. She dashed into Sugar Cube Corner, down the stairs, through the corridor, over the generator cables, under the nuclear waste pipeline, down the firepony pole, through the blast doors, in between realities, to finally arrive at her secret underground lair. It was a very nice underground lair, one made especially for moments like these.

"So Twilight doesn't need to tell Pinkamena her secret. Pinkamena isn't Twilight's friend then huh Gummy?" Pinkamena turned slowly to the 300ft tall alligator, that looked remarkably a lot like Godzilla. With her eyes darting about madly, she jumped into a hole, grabbed briefcase number 23,654 from the briefcase archives, and popped back out. The briefcase was labled: CODE: CUPCAKES Opening the briefcase, it contained a button. A single, big red button.

"No pony needs Pinkamena, no pony needs to tell Pinkamena their secrets, eh Gummyzilla? Then Pinkamena doesn't need them!" Slamming her hoof on top of the button, holes began opening all over Ponyville. Sugar Cube Corner itself split in half, the two sides parting on a mechanized track. Missiles began popping up out of these missile silo's, as a countdown clock appeared on screen. Looking at Gummy, she smiled and said, "I stashed missiles all over Ponyville, in-case of friends-don't-need-Pinkamena-anymore-emergencies. Grinning madly, she watched in silence as the count-down timer went from ten, to zero.

The thing about missiles is, they are intended to fly for a distance, and then impact a target. Having the missile silo's in Ponyville, and without any form of guidance system whatsoever, it would have been a miracle had even one struck a residence in which the pink mare's 'friends' resided. This isn't a miracle universe though. However, Chaos does tend to show signs of order, if you were to look. It was by such strange happenstance that every single one of Pinkamena's 127 missiles decided at random, all to target Canterlot.

Inside of Canterlot Castle, the alarms inside a smaller Princess' bedroom sprung to life.

"Nuclear launch detected. Nuclear launch detected," an alarm sounded, in a sensual female voice.

"Bwa...." the night mare mumbled in her bed. "We do not remember leaving Starcraft in the computer."

With a turn, Princess Lulu fell back to sleep.

Elsewhere in the castle, Princess Trollestia sat upon the charred remains of her throne. She pondered what a 'Nuclear launch' was, for all of about 30 seconds, before Canterlot disintegrated in a flash of pure light.

Sometime later, after the dust cleared and settled, the two sisters Princess Trollestia and Princess Lulu walked about the ruins of their once great city. Princess Trollestia gave a sharp gasp, as her hind hoof was grabbed. A stallion pulled himself out of the wreckage.

"Survivors my sister! Huzzah!" Lulu exclaimed happily.

"How have you survived the blast my subject? We have not found any others," Trollestia questioned.

"Honestly your highness, I'd really rather not say," the stallion replied.

Princess Trollestia identified the voice as Golden Shower. With a dreadful scream of terror and disgust, she let out a mighty "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

End!

Author's Notes:

I STILL regret nothing. Story for funzies. This is the last intermission for this story, but I had wanted to do one more. I don't think it is anywhere near as good as the first intermission, but I was sleep deprived and don't remember writing that one. Therefore the words still don't seem like my own, and I find it hilarious upon every read. I hope this intermission at least puts a simile on your face.