Clock Is Ticking

"Fluttershy, you wanted to see me?"

Rarity stood in the middle of her parlor, swilling beer like a total whore. Her dresses were locked safely away in child-proof containers and her lights had been replaced with pink bulbs, while a disco ball took the place of the chandelier.

"Yes, Rarity. I came over because..." Fluttershy did that thing where she hides behind her hair.

"Oh, come on, you've known me for how long? Spit it out already."

"Well... I wanted..."

"Yessss?" Rarity was slurring her words.

"I wanted..."

"Yeeeeeeeessssssss?"

"...to boogie down."

At that moment, Chuck Norris burst through the wall bearing two lethal weapons--his arms--and, flexing his pecs, which were amazing, ripped his shirt right off his body and began to dance. The effect was immediate. Music began to emanate from somewhere in Chuck Norris's abdomen, loud and crystal clear, like a Bose sound system.

Fluttershy jumped into some parachute pants, and joined Chuck Norris on the dance floor, while Rarity swooned from the overload of masculinity.

A good time was had by all.