Author's Note

whiteoak019, he's too dangerous to be left alive!

the real reason Celestia and Luna imprisoned Discord was because he WAS the IRS

"Sister, what are we to do?" Luna bucked the door open with enough force to un-open the door. She slammed her face into its wooden surface, incorrectly predicting that it'd be open. "Ow."

Luna carefully opened the door, resulting in its implosion into an infinitely dense point that transported it into the backrooms by noclipping between atoms. "Sister, what are we to do?" she hurried in, tax forms in tow. "Our taxes are due, but you've done nothing but--"

"Evasion!" Celestia cheered. "Is it not the right of the Supreme and Godly Leaders of Horse Country to do whatever it is they wish, especially with regards to taxes?"

"No no," Luna shoved the documents in her sister's face. "You don't understand! You've been evading taxes by paying our taxes with the taxes you collect for so long and so blatantly that you've attracted the attention of Horse IRS!"

Lightning crackled around them as the lights dimmed.

"Horse IRS, you say?" a foreboding voice echoed around the chamber. Discord's face emerged from the shadows. "I am the IRS."

"Not if we have anything to say about it," Celestia lifted a wing to protect her sister. "Discord, your tyranny against us ends today!"

"Celly, please--" Luna pushed her wing down a little. "Just pay your taxes for once."

Celestia scoffed. "And blow my entire cake budget for the year? Never! Now help me stone Discord or I'm taking away your Heccbochs Too."

Luna glanced at the patiently-waiting Discord, then to her sister. She sighed, charging her horn. "Fine. But you owe me, Celly."

The two alicorns let forth a burst of magic, enveloping Discord in a brilliant light that left behind only a...

"Can of beans?" Luna crouched down in front of Discord's new holding cell. "We put him in a can of beans?"

Celestia shrugged. "Ran out of stone and I had it laying around from earlier."