Why does the universe crave insanity?

Night had been sitting on his throne, surrounded by dancing prunes and singing onions, in a palace made of skin.

On his giant HD television set he was watching a bunch of ponies dying from all the nukes he had recently ordered to be  dropped.

He then got up off his throne and ripped off his head, and grew it back, and ate the other one.

He walked outside onto his balcony to see the beautiful sunset while giant airships and vegetables flew around blowing up stuff,

during the time that the undead in the streets usually ordered brains from a food truck nearby.

He walked down the many steps that lead to his fleshy palace and took out a shotgun and started shooting it into the giant tuba in front of him while his legion of clones slaughtered a bunch of chickens, one of which looked like a orange filly with a purple mane for some strange reason, but that didn't matter. He was king of the universe now, master of all. Only he knew his secret. He wasn't the only ''Night Solaris'' that had existed. In fact, he was Unit 4959 under command by Nightfeller Duskrain, the great unending, the only pony with the ability to whatever he wanted with no boundaries. He could manipulate the fabric of reality around him, and to complete his quest of conquering the universe, made clones of himself and sent them all around the cosmos. Duskrain had only one clone that could be sent to another dimension however, and that was Unit 4959, the doomsday device of his own mad creation.

Night laughed and laughed and laughed until one of his couriers popped up in front of him with a frightened look on her face.

''My Lord, Bruce Wayne is on his way here!'' She said quickly, looking down at the road in front of them.

Afterwards, a large car sped towards them, and it stopped to a halt a couple feet in front of them, almost running them over.

A large bipedal creature then opened up a door on the side of the auto-mobile, and stepped out. It was wearing some sort of costume that looked almost exactly like the one that bat-mane wore. Then, a pony dressed like a clown jumped out from some bushes and started brawling with the creature. They then rolled onto the street, and some zombies started ripping out their guts and started gobbling down their organs.

The courier looked absolutely disgusted and teleported away.

Nightheart simply grinned and looked at the undead feasting upon mounds and mounds of flesh.

''Well, i guess i won't have to tell Chuck Norris to open up his food truck tomorrow.'' He silently said to himself.