Author's Note

Scyphi, how could you?!

the sentient sandwich survived, joined forces with other sentient lunch foods, and declared war on the seagulls?

"Day-old-cup-noodles, do you have the target in sight?"

DOC-N squinted its noodle eyes. "Yes. Target's in sight, Sandwich."

"Fire when ready."

Seagull #10674017 stood on a pole. It was a nice pole. Quite tall for perching, not too narrow to be uncomfortable while standing, and located centrally to the locations where passing ponies may be found most often carrying food.

A beam of pure, unfiltered energy atomically disassembled the seagull and reassembled it somewhere else.

"Well done, DOC-N. The seagull relocation beam is a success."

"But where does it send them?"

"SPIIIIIIIIIKE!" Twilight screeched while being pummeled to death by seagulls. "SPIKE! GET THE BROOM!"