"Luck" of the Irish

The two ponies went into their small room, since there were only so many ponies had to often share rooms.

Meanwhile in Star Speller's head, Intelligence and Sadism were trying to figure out Schrodinger's Cat. " It's physically impossible for a living being to be simultaneously alive and deceased, so the cat is dead. " Sadism said, poking Intelligence in the stomach. Panic ran by, and from the looks of it she was running around due to all that had happened. Lust was also panicking and blushing like crazy. This was insanity as it was, and Sadism, ironically, was the most sane one in Star's mind. That's why she was in main control along with the second most sane, Lust. Strength took over when things made Star angry, because with him in charge, Star could lift an entire dresser with one hoof when very angry.

Star was in the sleeping bag on the floor, settling in. Potato was confused. "Hey, why are you on the floor? You come up here, sleeping on the floor sucks!" he complained. Star got up on the top bunk of the bunk bed and lay down. Suddenly Potato was beside her.

*censored, because it's not sex but a pretty damn intense makeout session with cuddles, and Potato gets multiple wingboners.*