Pony Fails

Two royal sisters stood in the entrance to a private bathroom in the most private, restricted part of Canterlot Castle.

"You just had to use a whole roll," Celestia said.

"I did not use a whole roll!" Luna snapped. "And anyway, why do you assume this was my fault? You are following that ridiculous high-fiber diet that stuffy old mustachioed nuisance has set out for you..."

"Luna, you have clogged the toilet five times in the last month alone," Celestia said. "My expungence rituals are dainty, delicate, and reasonable!"

"Oh! Reasonable?" Luna scoffed. "You want to talk reasonable? The royal plumbers to this day recount the horrors of the Canterlog incident!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about--"

"You laid a turd the size of a full-grown mare," Luna said.

Celestia frowned. "Don't be ridiculous, sister." She paused. "It was no larger than a filly of Cutie Mark age, at best."

The toilet began vibrating, drawing the sisters' attention. Without warning, it exploded, spraying filthy yellowish-brown sludge and tainted water in every direction.

"Run?" Luna asked.

"Run," Celestia agreed. The two sisters took wing, fleeing the scene.

"This is still all your fault, you know," Celestia said.

"Enough, sister," Luna replied. "You have always been full of sh--"

An arrow cursor appeared, dragging Luna's muzzle into a floating trash can.