Pony Fails

The detective scratched his head and let out a low whistle as he looked around the grungy, run-down apartment. The team from the medical examiner's office had their work cut out for them. The entire place was splattered with blood, bone, and gore. In the middle of it all stood two irritated, angry, vaguely shellshocked girls who were completely covered in blood and gore.

On the floor lay the body of a young man. He was naked and missing his genitalia...along with a good bit of his pelvis.

The detective let out a long sigh. "Alright," he said. "Let's take it from the top. Mind running the whole story by me again?"

The girl whose massive mop of orange hair was full of blood and gibs growled in annoyance. "THIS idiot," she said, pointing at the dead body on the floor, "thought it'd be fun to shove a vibrator full of nitroglycerin up his girlfriend's pussy while they were fucking, and THIS idiot--" she gestured expansively at the splattered mess decorating the walls-- "was dumb enough to let him."

The detective frowned. "And you didn't stop them why?"

Adagio shrugged. "Aria here just didn't care, and I was passed out drunk on the couch. The explosion woke me up. Next thing I knew, I was covered in Sonata goop." She made a disgusted face. "That useless little twit can't even clean up after herself when she dies in a massive bloody explosion..."

* * * * *

Sonata tilted her head. "Aria's...smiling," she said, observing the sleeping Siren. "She...never smiles. Whaddya think she's dreaming about?"

Adagio snorted. "Like I care. Isn't it your turn to do the laundry?"

"Oh, right! ...wait, which one was the laundry machine and which one was the dishwasher?"

"That's the microwave, Sonata..."