Equestrian Nine/Elolven

Twilight Sprongles awoke from her recurring nightmare. Cold sweat ran down her brow as she looked around her bedroom.

"Wow, that was scary!" She said to herself because she's a loser, "I sure am glad that I'm actually a horse, and not a plane dreaming of being a faggot, who then awakes and slams into a building."

Twilight cantered through her poo smeared upper Manehatten apartment with realistic looking veins and arteries. She fixed herself a breakfast of whiskey with asbestos and sat down to enjoy her meal. It was the  that she started wondering where spike was. She looked high and low for her friend, but couldn't find him. She quickly decided that he was sort of a cunt anyway and she set out to work.

Over the course of the long walk from her apartment to the World Trot Centre, Twinlel Sprinkle stopped to abuse several minorities, because as previously stated, she is a massive loser. She looked down at her watch, because horses wear watches, and glanced at the time.

"Holy balls!" Blowtorch Spandex remarked, "I'm going to be late for work, at the World Trot Centre! Meaning that I'll be fired and forced to live on the street with about fifty percent of the American population!"

She galloped to work, knocking over a cacophony of orphaned Vietnam veterans on the way, when she arrived at the door she looked up and saw a plane hitting her workplace.

"Holy buals, the sequel!" Yelled Tickle me Elmo, "I was 10 minutes late for work, resulting in my survival!"

The crowd around her turned to face her in unison, they turned their heads mechanically and chanted.

"I don't think you realise how lucky you were missy, don't you think you could be offending the people whose family are locked in the building! I died in the twin towers, and so did my son and daughter, named billy and Jim. Check your privilege."

"lolocaust" said Bubblebutt Sprango.

"Woah man, that's not cool, I'm a lolocaust survivor you know." Said an 18 year old pony in the crowd.

The lolocaust survivor hit her with the underside of a plane. Big Mac woke up from his recurring nightmare.

"Wow, that was 2 spooky 4 me!" He thought to himself because he was dropped on his head as a child and as a result is unable to form words other than Eeyup and nope, "I sure am glad that I'm actually a horse, and not a plane dreaming of being a faggot, who then awakes and slams into a building, who then awakes as a racially insensitive horse and arrives ten minutes late to work and survives the bombing of the twin towers, and I am in fact Big Mac! A cosmically endowed horse on a plane flight over Manehatten."

He leaned back in his chair, content with life.

It was then that his plane nose dived into the World Trot Centre, killing him and all the passengers instantly.