Clock Is Ticking

Twilight Science Sparkle didn't know which was worse: the puddle of urine she was standing in, or the fact that she couldn't remember how it got there.

"Another failed experiment, I suppose. Spike, cleanup!"

Twilight clapped her hands together twice. Her trusty dog, Spike the Magic Dragon, came running to lap up the pee stain that was soaking her toes and inner thighs.

"Just imagine if anyone were around to see me like this... I'd start thinking I was in a bad porno or something."

Twilight righted an upended lamp and lampshaded an upright end. (Whoa! More vaguely sexual nonsense!) Her hair twirled and twinkled in the winding wind, but not magically, because science.

Twilight Science Sparkle ran over her favorite philosophical quote again in her mind: "Even though there may be events witnessed by men which may seem to be entirely inexplicable by the methods of science, I shall never believe that any possible event could lack a scientific explanation. For I am sustained by my faith in science, a faith as unconditional as it is euphoric, and from this faith I shall never be shaken." It gave her a lady boner.

Twilight Fedora Sparkle took her favorite science down from its rack and put it on her head. It was a bright red science, lined with fur, and had two tassels, one hanging down on either side. It was a squat science, and though it kept her head warm in the winter, it still felt cool and 'breathable' in the summer heat.

Science was certainly grand!