Project Improv: How It Should Have Ended - PONIFIED!

*YOU ARE TWILIGHT

"But there is one solution. It is only by making this sacrifice that Equestria and the lands beyond it might be saved." Celestia paused. "We must rid ourselves of our magic before Tirek has the chance to steal it from us." Epic dramatic music plays in the background.

You blink.

Luna notices. "What is it?" she asks.

You blink again. "I guess I'm just . . . a little confused," you try to explain. "When Tirek realizes your magic is gone, who knows what he'll do to you? And then he can just go on his merry way terrorizing Equestria. You'll have no power to stop him. So why are you wanting to give up your magic?"

Celestia opens her mouth for a possible response, and closes it. "That is . . . a good question."

Cadence ponders the thought. "I suppose we could have thought that through better . . ."

Luna stepped forward. "Well if that's not the solution . . . what is?"

You look at them quizzically like they should know this already. Which, really, they should. "He's looking alicorn magic, is he not? Simple. We set a trap."

"What kind of trap?" Cadence asks.

You smirk. "I know a guy . . ."

LATER

Tirek smashed through the door to the great hall. His crazed black eyes focused on the thrones a hundred yards in front of him. He marched arrogantly forward to claim his prize. The entire castle shuddered with each step he took. As he drew up to the three thrones, he glowered down at them. The alicorn magic was his.

Except . . . his prize was gone. No one was there.

"WHAT?!?!" he shouted. "YOU - YOU - YOU ALICORNS! I'LL FIND YOU, AND I'LL STEAL YOUR MAGIC, AND -" he was cut off. Something tiny was bumping into his hoof. Annoyed, he turned and picked up the thing with one hand. It was a robot.

"And what kind of sick joke is this?" he growled.

The robot made no reply. It simply beeped "exterminate, EXTERMINATE!"

And then Tirek exploded.