Fluttershy sat on the couch, a bag of hot Cheetos in her hooves. Angel watched the show of Fluttershy's face turn red, and she'd toss her cookies into the sink every now and then. Since the last peanut butter incident, the shy filly decided to take a break from that sticky stuff, and just spend the day in her basement with Jerry the third.
Trotting down the stairs, Fluttershy spotted Jerry, playing with a dead fly. His eyes went towards Fluttershy, as she pet the little spider on its back, then stumbled over a small box on the tiled floor. Her nose felt warm, as something dripped. She ran off to the bathroom again, returning with a tissue. Opening the box with her hooves, she peered inside it.
"Oh, my old posters! Jerry, would you like to see one?" Shy asked as the spider hissed. She giggled.
"Oh, what do you mean 'Better Read than Dead?' That peanut butter incident was two days ago, and I would never kill anypony over peanut butter! Fine, maybe I MAY have, just MAY HAVE caused a FEW injuries... heheheh..."
