"Pinkie..." I began slowly, holding up a lunch tray, "Baked potatoes are for eating, not for artillery."

Pinkie paused, staring at me with her cartoonish eyes...

...and then chucked the potato at the freakin' speed of sound.

The resulting mess kinda... splattered all over the stairs behind me.

Why.

Potatoes make funny noises when they explode!

...

But potatoes aren't the only things that make funny sounds when exploding...

Um.

"Excuse me, young man," a teacher known for their short temper began, shaking me from my internalized conversation with Pinkie, "I believe that you are responsible for your... pet's mess."

Urk.

I got up to walk towards the bathroom, ignoring the sounds of Derpy destroying her muffin stockpile inside my backpack.

Author's Note

Goin' with the old Ponk formula: short, slice of life-y chapters with comedy and randomness mixed into it all.